By Joe Moag
Uproar in the press!
Lupica wants Selig to
Bend time…space…honor.
Override ump’s call?
This summer’s game ain’t perfect.
Not one for the books.
Posted 6/6/10
By Joe Moag
Uproar in the press!
Lupica wants Selig to
Bend time…space…honor.
Override ump’s call?
This summer’s game ain’t perfect.
Not one for the books.
Posted 6/6/10
by Millie Bovich
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When 25 came up to bat,
The crowd erupted — ‘member that?
Then Jackson pulled one from the skies,
A miracle before our eyes.
Twenty-six then took the heat.
Two outs! The fans all on their feet.
So 27 tapped the plate.
The anxious throng could hardly wait.
The hitter nipped an infield ball,
And then the most disputed call.
The runner obviously was out.
The fans began to rant and shout.
Who says the umpire can’t be wrong?
Joyce on first gets baseball’s gong!
Leyland roared in Joyce’s face,
One thundrous “boo” engulfed the place.
A perfect game slipped ‘Mando’s hands.
Deep disappointment filled the stands.
This time an error the ump did make,
Too late admitting his mistake.
Galarraga’s perfect game
Was stolen! What a dirty shame!
The only perfect game to date
Whose batters totaled 28!
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Millie Bovich has been a Detroit Tigers fan for more than eight decades.
Posted 6/4/2010
by James Finn Garner
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After the call that the umpire blew,
What could Armando Galarraga do?
Drag him to court in front of a judge,
Since now his market value was smudged?
Argue some kind of liberal plot?
Threaten to meet Joyce in the parking lot?
Hire a hit man to mangle his mug?
Break down on “Oprah” to get some O-hugs?
Threaten his wife, kids, brothers and sisters?
Publish his home phone number on Twitter?
Beg ol’ Bud Selig for some Commissioner’s magic?
Hire some flacks for his story so tragic?
Buy off some pols to rewrite the rules?
Sic Milton Bradley on his family jewels?
But Armando showed character larger than fame.
He smiled, shook hands and went on with the game.
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Posted 6/3/2010
by James Finn Garner
Dave Dombrowski does it again,
Trading Jackson and Granderson,
Retooling for a leaner year,
Throwing the Tiges in lower gear,
And after ripping out our hearts,
Replacing them with better parts.
For fixing up the Detroit bench,
Call Dombrowski “Mr. Goodwrench.”
Posted 5/23/10
by James Finn Garner
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Now the Tigers’ voice has been quieted.
He saw teams that won, and fans that rioted.
He saw a man play in the bigs after jail.
He saw a boy pitching tell his baseball a tale.
He saw a flawed man win 31 games,
The careers of good men go up in flames.
He watched a beloved ballpark decay
And the City of Wheels fall by the way.
Yet he knew in the end it was only a game.
God’s plan ignores things like money and fame.
A bat’s just a branch, a mitt is just leather.
Baseball’s true worth is bringing people together.
Some night, when a hit curves decidedly foul,
We’ll hear a faint voice with a sweet Georgia drawl,
Say, chuckling with fathomless love for it all,
“A man from Paradise just caught that ball.”
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Posted 5/5/2010