By Michael X. Ferraro
Poor “Country” Joe West seems to be in a daze–
He spent Sunday night punching 48 K’s.
Over 18 innings, the swings and misses
Multiplied at Wrigley like Kiss-Cam kisses.
Twenty-two Yankees and 26 more Cubs
Trudged back to their bench, dragging unsullied clubs.
For the home plate ump, ’twas a six-hour shift,
A front-row seat to see sluggers get whiffed.
Schwarber and Bryant and Rizzo and Russell,
Each fanned thrice apiece, with nary a tussle,
But there was one Yank who took more fruitless licks:
A Golden Sombrero went to Aaron Hicks.
Two separate relievers each struck out the side.
Were both line-ups allergic to the horsehide?
Fifteen different pitchers in all took the mound,
And each hurler’s heart was warmed by the sound
Of the man in blue bellowing “Steee-rike Three,”
Setting a new record for the MLB.
“But there was one Yank who took more fruitless licks:
A Golden Sombrero went to Aaron Hicks.”
Bravo! I wish I had written those lines.
Thanks! (Nearly two years later.)