Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
There was an extra round and there was rain
And there were extras. None of that would keep
The playoffs from concluding in their main
Month here. Win by the sweep, lose by the sweep.
The Tigers could go yard once they would try it,
The Giants showed them how. It’s not too weird
To overhear the yelling from “the riot”
Nor to watch the closer’s secondhand beard.
Let the rain fall; today the sky is orange.
I am the sack who transformed a chopper
Into a double for Angel Pagan.
I’m Pence’s bat, since tossed in the hopper,
Labelled by Cards fans as a “tragic” wand.
What will be our inanimate topper?
It’s the stuff of Tom Robbins … and beyond.
Michael X. Ferraro is the author of Tased & Amused: The Shocking Poetic Recap of the 2010 Baseball Season, available on Amazon.
The Giants and the Tigers . . .
To the critics the Tigers are showing rust
and now after just one game are showing bust.
Rust-or-bust? Rust got a team to a World Series?
No, it arrived by smart play, heart and chemistry.
I’m not jumping on a West Coast bandwagon
just yet. The Panda stung Detroit – Kaboom!
But one game doesn’t make a legacy.
Much less a “given” – World Series history.
Detroit’s pitching seems iffy, not trusty.
Their hitting, once spiffy, looks rusty.
Are the Giants that loose?
Is it Tigers’ disuse,
Motown’s dugout a little bit musty?