By Stuart Shea
The Indians stunk out the joint,
and the Cubs converted the extra point.
by James Finn Garner
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, mister.
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.
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.
By Susan Petrone
Brantley’s back, Yan Gomes’ knee,
And now Carrasco’s face.
A week into the season,
The curse runs fast apace.