by Hilary Barta
Seats are dandy, a mile down from third
In the stands, way up high like a bird
In your eye-line, revealed
City skyline, green field
It’s so grand that you smile, feelings stirred.
Fractured Syntax: Now It’s Over, He’s Late
by The Village Elliott
For Yogi, who would have been 92 on 5/12/17
Today Yogi wouldn’t turn 92.
Early late, interred deep, bids adieu.
Buried late, folks would go,
“Now when over, he’ll show
‘Til it’s over once more, deja vu.”
Facts of Whiff
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.
Moncada o Nada
by Jim Siergey
Rick Hahn says the White Sox have gotta
Bright star in young Yoan Moncada
He paid with Chris Sale
So prays Yo don’t fail
Or they’ll both be personas non grata.
Improbable
by Doug Fahrendorff
Baseball nomad
Eric Thames
Signs with Milwaukee
After three year hiatus
In Korea
Has April to remember
Leading team
In most offensive categories
First week of May
Cooling off
What level of performance
Can he maintain
It’s a long way
From April
To October
Brewer fans
With fingers crossed