by Hilary Barta
Birria for Everyone!
’Twas a plot that a lunatic wrote
With a knot firmly caught in his throat
Pop the bubbly, boys,
For the Cubs, make some noise
Took a lot, but we slaughtered the goat.
News from Chicago’s Far (Very Far) Northside
by Hilary Barta
Santo screams himself hoarse (Volume Eleven)
Seems his team has just forced a Game Seven
Angel Brickhouse is merry
Getting pickled is Caray
Banks just beams from, of course, baseball heaven.
To Prevent Premature Exits
by Hilary Barta
From Maddon’s big baggie of tricks,
Arrieta’s on tap for Game Six
For shocking the Tribe
Cubs doctors prescribe
Sluggo Schwarber, now back in the mix.
Staying Alive
by Hilary Barta
Back to Cleveland and Erie’s south shore,
To even the series … and more?
If Chicago’s a winner
Chief Wahoo, that grinner,
Will be heaving warm beer on the floor.
Walking a Tightrope
by James Finn Garner
Chicago fans live and breathe hope
Yet Joe’s moves would’ve frightened the pope.
Did he forget he had Wood, Grimm and Strop
When from the pen Aroldis did lope?
Was he “giving himself enough rope”
Or following his horoscope,
Hurtling down a treacherous slope
By aggressively pushing the envelope?
Was our genius skipper really a dope?
Nope!