By Stuart Shea
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K-Rod, relief ace,
Why smash your father-in-law in the face?
3 Mil down the drain,
And you won’t ever pitch for the Mets again.
K-Rod, bad thumb,
Going to court when the surgery’s done.
You didn’t bend–only break,
And your life has changed from one mistake.
Dangerous
By Stuart Shea
A sphere spins towards the head.
A comebacker cracks a pitcher’s skull.
The outfield wall claims another body.
A collision takes out two.
A knee snaps.
A labrum tears.
A dream dies.
It’s a violent game.
Sometimes, it’s a shame.
Posted 8/8/10
Deadline Day!
By Stuart Shea
Deadline day is coming!
Whose lives will be uprooted?
What players will be traded
Like cargo to be scooted?
Will the Yankees snag a pitcher,
The Tigers a receiver?
The White Sox need a hitter,
The Dodgers a reliever.
The Diamondbacks are out to deal,
The Cubs would like to trade,
And Kansas City always wants
To trim payroll a shade.
Ted Lilly and Roy Oswalt,
Dan Haren and Dotel,
Dunn’s a done deal also
Once their clubs decide to sell.
So ship out all those veterans,
Young prospects for to grab,
’cause clubs in flag contention
Always have to take a stab.
The Cubs’ New Talent
By Tom Gaines
Brian Schlitter
Threw a splitter.
Drank a Schlitz,
Then threw a spitter.
Posted 7/21/10
We’ll Miss You, George
By Stuart Shea
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Now that George is dead,
Who’ll say the things that need not be said?
Now that George is gone,
Who will carry on and carry on and carry on?
Now that George has passed,
Who’ll deliver a ridiculous blast?
Now that George is history,
Who’s left to make the Yankees a travesty?
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Posted 7/15/2010