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Whoo Gosh, Those Twins!

by James Finn Garner

Criminy Jinkies!
What’s with those Twinkies?
Didn’t they get the memo
That this season’s just a demo?
That Molitor is too green
And the talent is too lean
To do any better than
Coming in an also-ran?
Now they’re making it a contest
Keeping the Tigers honest,
Nipping the heels of Kansas City
And making the Hose and Tribe look –
well, we don’t talk that way up here.

 



A Tale of Two Schneids

by the Village Elliott

Read poems of two teams, each known for schneid,
Longest streaks Series’ titles denied,
Longest droughts in each league,
Chi Cubs North Siders dig,
Lou “The Toe” kicked-in Indians’ pride.

Windy City’s long-time N.L. pride,
Most fans know Cubs have worst Series schneid,
‘Oh-eight year Cubs last won,
T.R. refused to run.
Cleveland’s last: post three years Cubs last tried.

‘Forty-eight: Last time Tribe had Right Stuff.
Indians, in my lifetime, all bluff.
Finished thrice A.L. first,
Series lost, fans’ dream burst.
To keep faith must be mentally tough.

Rooting for Cleveland teams makes fans frown,
Fifty years have passed by since last crown;
Town last won title game
The year “A Man I Became.”
‘Sixty-four: Browns won running Jim Brown.

Cleveland Browns quite a curious case.
Two leagues first score years, eight times win race.
Rocky, Brown, Browns leave town,
Then LeBron lets Cavs down.
Browns reborn, best, Le Bron’s back right place.

 



Hope Inflates Eternal

by Susan Petrone

Tribe fans have had little reason
To feel hopeful for their team this season.
But when Kluber pitches great,
Hope is like a baseball, it can’t deflate.

 

Susan owns and operates the Indians website, It’s Pronounced Lajaway, and is the author of the new novel Throw Like a Woman.

 



Catastrophe in Cleveland

By Susan Petrone

Brantley’s back, Yan Gomes’ knee,
And now Carrasco’s face.
A week into the season,
The curse runs fast apace.

 

Susan Petrone’s new novel is Throw Like a Woman. She blogs frequently about the Tribe at the website It’s Pronounced Lajaway.



American League Central 2015 Spring Training Haiku

By Stuart Shea

White Sox
Eaton, a Danish,
And fans hungry for more than
Just a few churros

Indians
Can we just bury
That nickname somewhere out by
Bad Knee ligament?

Tigers
‘15 may see a
Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright—
If Verlander’s back

Royals
Sudden royalty
Must beware of slipping back
Toward the commoners

Twins
Hometown hero Paul
Will learn that spring is full of hope
And buds that don’t bloom

 

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