Detroit Tigers 2012

by Bradley A. Peraino

Miggy won the Triple Crown; MVP is no debate.
Prince has also put up big while standing at the plate.
J.V. ‘s up for the Cy Young, his second in two years.
Max has been unhittable, and leaves the field to cheers.

Jackson ran the center field, he never left his feet.
Berry couldn’t be thrown out, he just has too much heat.
Avila caught the balls and strikes, with a little help from Laird.
Peralta and Infante: a decent middle once they’re paired.

Valverde heads the bullpen, with Dotel, Benoit and Coke.
When Alburquerque gets brought in, he’s always throwing smoke.
Dirks has come through in the clutch; he’s this year’s big surprise.
The ball has looked a little big in Delmon’s DH eyes.

The team was led by Leyland, the boss, the chief, the skip.
He guided them through every game, McClendon on his hip.
This awesome baseball season has been brought to us by God,
And almost every play I watched this year was called by Mario and Rod.

News of the Day

by James Finn Garner

The hitter for our era
Triple Crown Miguel Cabrera

Texas falls to wild card
From A’s maulers going yard

Yankees claim at last the East
Atlanta goes to best from least

All the pieces now in place
For the annual October race

But my joy is kept in check
Hearing of Pat Neshek
Whose baby boy Gehrig passed on
Amidst all the celebrations

We cheer as one
But grieve alone
November comes
And we are gone

The Tigers Hope in 5 Thru 9

by Michael Galer

All will be forgiven
If we keep on livin’
Oh, 5 thru 9 please get on base

I’m not lyin’
I’ve been cryin’
When you’re up to bat in your place

The hittin’ coach is at fault, the nerve!
He never taught you to hit the curve.
Oh, 5 thru 9 you can ding their ace.

You could really help down the stretch
Maybe it’s Roy’s “Wonderboy” you could fetch
Oh, 5 thru 9 join the chase

Only 10 games remain
All year you have driven me insane
Oh, 5 thru 9 please help us win the race

Madre de Dios! Ese Alex Rios!

by James Finn Garner

Among Omar Infante’s dislikes
Must be incoming baserunners – Yikes!
To dodge getting maimed
Cost the Bengals the game —
One of inches, and feet wearing spikes.

Justin Case of Rain (White Sox-Tigers Game 4 Postponement)

by Hilary Barta

Before nary a pitch had been thrown
One would swear that the outcome was known
To elude Detroit’s ace
Would be shrewd–no disgrace
And when e’er you can’t win, you postpone.

Though of rain, not a drip had yet dropped,
‘Fore the game even started they stopped
Of a squall not a trace,
But was called “Justn” case,
While the Sox the division still topped.

Hilary Barta publishes limericks on movies, monsters and pop culture every day at LimerWrecks.