By Marion Light
October’s the month for
strikes and pitches
and bats and bags
and also witches.
A Point of Comparison
By Stuart Shea
How bad were the White Sox?
Three games worse than the Cubs.
The Cubs,
Who played like shubdubs,
Like scrubs,
Like Triple-A subs,
Who made each day a gallery of flubs,
Those ridiculous bubs,
Who gave their fans the nubs,
Who drove those fans to local pubs,
To drown their sorrows in bad beer from huge tubs
And eat greasy deep-fried grub
That hardens their arteries like cigarette stubs
And makes them all fat.
The Sox were worse than that.
Buc-Buc-Buc
By Stuart Shea
Congratulations to the Bucs,
Too many years a team that sucks.
McCutch the likely MVP,
Good pitching and defense are key.
They’ll have a chance for bigger fame,
If they keep Clint Hurdle out of the game.
Quixotic Pursuit
By Stu Shea
If a team puts on a run
When its playoff hopes really are done,
.      There’s a fatalistic sense
.      To the battle intense
But it’s also a whole lot of fun.
“You Got That Right”
By Stu Shea
The worst thing I can think of
(Besides painful boils)
Is Rex Hudler and Steve Physioc
Announcing the Royals.