Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
By Bob Sheppard (1910-2010), longtime Yankees PA announcer
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There are certain names that go over well,
Like Pena, Ramos, Carrasquel,
With liquid sounds so panoramic.
And strangely, they all are Hispanic.
Aurelio, Hipolito, Cecilio, Domingo
Have a lovelier sound than American lingo.
What native name could I ever tell so
Musically, as Valdivielso?
And no native name could ever show us
The splendor of Salome Barojas.
Posted in memory 7/11/10
By Stephen Jones
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I swear with this July
with summer’s bending weather
nothing is written in stone
nothing written about steady teams
just now the “watch fors”
to surprise & old rivalries to spark
Baseball like a slow bullet
Has yet to target summer
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Posted 7/9/10
By Brian Michaels
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He had a great pedigree, this Sweet Lou,
But suddenly, his mood has turned to blue.
His payroll was bulging but his victories few.
An inquisitor named Castle asked what was askew.
Sweet Lou shot back, “What kind of baseball play you?”
Soon there was nothing more, and Lou was through.
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Posted 7/8/2010
By Todd Herges
To stand on a crest
In the two o’clock shade
‘Neath the bough of an ever green cedar
On a mid-summer day
When the sky is so blue so full
Of nothing but promise
Of a gentle late-summertime breeze
And later a gentle night shower …
To look southward
And forward
And toward a great rift
Of a great river valley below
And see the rise of soft shoulders beyond …
Is to stand without feeling
Your feet or your height
Or your avoirdupois at all
And to think that right now
As the spring turns to fall
It’s good to be here in Nebraska.
Posted 7/4/10
By Stuart Shea
Carlos Zambrano
Has pitched like bat guano
For the last two seasons or so.
Now Carlos Zambrano
Is the talk of the tawn-o
Since his little dugout show.
If Carlos Zambrano
Just wants to be gone-o
Many Cub fans will open the door.
“Cause Carlos Zambrano
Is making us pond’o
Whether he just can’t pitch any more.
Posted 7/2/10