By Stephen Jones
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Time to see a swing
A tree limb in clutch’d big hands
No longer winter
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Posted 3/26/2010
By Stephen Jones
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Time to see a swing
A tree limb in clutch’d big hands
No longer winter
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Posted 3/26/2010
by Stuart Shea
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CUBS
Whither the Starlin?
For now, he makes a nest out west
In loverly Des Moines.
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CARDINALS
Blah de blah de blah.
Pujols is going to be dealt.
When hell is frozen.
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ASTROS
Old, boring players,
Mediocre announcers,
Fans that prefer football.
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BREWERS
A Wolf is Riske,
But worth two in the Bush. Bring
Hoffman a Coffey.
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PIRATES
I walk in the park
So pretty, green, bright, and lush.
Ugh! The Bucs play here.
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REDS
Ardolis Chapman.
Good for 200 wins or shoulder problems,
It’s up to Dusty.
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Posted 3/23/2010
By James Finn Garner
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Because a hitter’s supposed to get hits,
Lou called Miltie a big piece of shit.
With a new gig in Seattle,
Milt’s still fighting old battles,
Showing the world that this shoe still fits.
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Posted 3/10/2010
by James Finn Garner
Winter’s been raw as a campout in Banff.
Your new basement walls are moldy and damp.
Your drapes caught fire from a knocked over lamp—
Relax!
Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.
Your check-writing hand’s developed a cramp,
Your bills are all due and you ain’t got a stamp,
Creditors cling to your neck like a clamp—
Smile!
Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.
Your yard now faces a new freeway ramp.
Your son’s engaged to a gold-digging tramp.
Your “guitar hero” neighbor’s just bought a new amp—
Life is good!
Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.
Reposted 2/22/2010
by Stephen Jones
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Fans blue-covered waves
Crested with white confetti
Their cheers an ocean
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Posted 11-16-09