Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
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?
The San Francisco Giants seem like
they’re on a mission. Rawhide glove
& bat – they are owning a ball park tonight,
no matter what Detroit brings.
Hunter Pence showed how it’s done
Hitting three times instead of one
Earning a futile “Whazz-muh–?”
From an addled Peter Kozma.
And from the mound, young Matt Cain
Gave the Cards a Giant pain.
The contest called by Buster Posey
Came up smelling like a rosey.
So it’s the Coasts, both West and Third.
No more miracles for the Birds.
Plus, TV watchers praise their luck:
Coitus interruptus for McCarver and Buck.
In the other City by the Bay
(The less pretentious of the pair),
The miracle of the Oakland A’s
Has vanished in the morning air.
The pennant proved a will o’ the wisp
For those crazy upstart sons of bitches,
From goat-hero-goat Coco Crisp
To Jarrod Parker of the wild pitches.
How thrilling they were to fans and strangers,
Their chartreuse die-hards blowing gaskets.
For knocking out the wheezing Rangers,
Detroit should send a nice fruit basket.
Pennants, they showed, are earned, not bought.
If Oakland’s not your next year’s pick,
I’ll leave you with this food for thought:
Cespedes is but 26.