Chicago Still Home of the Blues

by Hilary Barta

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Chicago is singing the blues
The Cubbies continue to lose
Their hitting’s abysmal
The season looks dismal
Don’t stop any presses, not news

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Famed comic-book artist Hilary Barta also runs the site Limerwrecks, with daily limericks posts about comics, film noir, monster movies, and other pop culture items.  

Posted 6/15/2010

The Stephen Strasburg Fallout (A Reflection)

by Stephen Jones

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From the much-anticipated debut
Standing on a mound of dirt
To voicing Letterman’s “Top 10”
Standing on a mound of media

Only days apart quite a “change up”
Perhaps more so & swifter
Than the time he spent between pitches
(The umpire asking him to “slow down”)

From baseball’s eager expectation
From its projection of possibilities
& into media’s spotlight attention
In history 14Ks still outweigh a Top 10

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Posted 6/14/10

Battle of the Bilge

by James Finn Garner
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Chicago’s Crosstown Classic begins,
Will the Cubs or White Sox deliver?
With the Blackhawks back home with the Cup,
These also-rans look like chopped liver.
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Posted 6/11/2010

The Baseball Sonnet

by Estrid Balslev
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I felt: A bee was swarming in my bonnet!
A voice said, “You’re a bard, so you must write
A real poem, full of spunk and bite.
In other words, you have to write a sonnet.”

“And what about?” I asked the eerie voice.
“On baseball,” was his firm and clear reply.
“Excuse me that I have to ask you why,”
I answered, but he said I had no choice.

“Of baseball I know less than does my cat,”
I said to him. “Come, let us have a chat

On other things that I might write about.”
He told me I had better close my snout

And just get going. Curse him! All the same,
I’m sure that baseball is a splendid game.
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Estrid Balslev is a poet and performance artist from Denmark.

Posted 6/10/2010

You’ll Wonder Where His Power Went

by David Bellel

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Hey, hey, A-rod, eyes of blue
What’s cookin with you?
Your power went away like the birds that flew

My power lost, that’s just not true
Got me a new hammer-on
With new Camer-on

Though some may wonder
That yellow still makes me hyper-vent
There’s a different pep
For this studly gent

New package
New flavor
New formula, too
Just give it time
Soon balls will climb

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Check out the rest of David’s Yankee musings at his blog Pseudo-Intellectualism.

Posted 6/9/2010