A Poem for Carl Pavano

by Hart Seely


He’ll break out in some rare disease,
That turns his arm to cottage cheese,
A fungus will infect his rod,
If there’s indeed a Yankee God.

He’ll give up six runs in the first,
And go from being bad to worst,
He’ll feel the heat of our Jihad,
If there’s indeed a Yankee God.

And if there is no Man upstairs,
No one to hear our heartfelt prayers,
He still shall face a long hard slide,
If there’s one ounce of Yankee pride.


For more of Hart’s tasteful insights into the national pastime, visit It Is High, It Is Far, It Is…caught.

Posted 10/9/2009

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