An Ode to Wild Bill Hagy (1938-2007)

By Stuart Shea

Wild Bill Hagy was an Orioles fan,

Looked like most any other big man,

Belly hanging low over loose blue jeans,

Full of cold beer and likewise of beans.

Back in the days ‘fore Camden Yards,

When the orange-clad O’s held all the cards,

Wild Bill Hagy was a half-crazed horse

Who pawed his ground as a cheerleading force.

He stood on the dugout during each game

And spelled out “Orioles” with his mighty frame.

Every O’s fan from near and far

Watched Wild Bill—he became a star.

The years rolled on and the O’s declined,

They left Memorial for a new state of mind.

Hagy didn’t lead cheers at the new park,

The team’s new owners didn’t like that spark.

And now he’s gone, though memories hold,

Of the glorious days of Orioles old,

Of Weaver and Murray, Palmer and Cal,

Dempsey, Roenicke, Pat Kelly, and Al.

Gimme an H!

Gimme an A!

Gimme a G!

Gimme a Y!

What’s that spell?

 

Posted 8/29/2007

Ode on a White Sock

By Stu Shea

 

Sox lose,

More blues.

‘pen sucks,

Big bucks.

Old team,

Fans scream.

Fire Ken,

Start again.

Oz stays,

He’s crazed.

At Last (With Apologies to Etta James)

By H. H. Schnepper

At last,
My Cubs have come along
Your losing days are over and
Winning’s like a song…

Oh yeah…

At last,
The wind is blowing out,
.500’s in your tail lights.
Last night when I looked at you.

I had a dream that has to come true
A dream that has you wearing rings
I had a dream you won the series
A thrill that I had never, ever known!

You won…you won,
And now the spell is cast
And here you are in Cub heaven
For you have made it
At last.