by Jim Siergey
Excuse me for writing these words
but something like this can emerge.
If Giants are felled
and Royals are quelled,
this series will be … for the birds.
Locker Room Ammunition
by Stephen Jones
Drubbing the Orioles in their own Camden Yards,
The KC Royals are now boasting with pride:
“Lord Baltimore — you won’t go home again.”
Some souls might disagree, warn the team:
“Hey, careful what you wish for, prideful KC.
Your words can make angry birds more angry.”
A Curmudgeonly Rant
by Jim Siergey
The Series, according to Hoyle,
should not contain Giant or Royal.
No “Wild Card” should be
in this pageantry–
to baseball tradition I’m loyal!
Jim Siergey can often be found in the electronic pages of The Third City.
The Verdict
By The Village Elliott
The verdict resounded
When gavel was pounded,
And Great Score Keeper settled the score,
“Made move that confounded,
Lost game that astounded;
Billy Beane’s reputation’s no more.”
An Elegy to Knuckleheads
By Stuart Shea
The F***in’ A’s are history.
How did this thing come to be?!?
A four-run lead in the eighth
And a rested bullpen at the ready.
Sometimes, teams just fall apart.
The Royals showed a lot of heart,
And came back over and over again
After Lester’s gutsy start.
What does it mean for Billy Beane?
His free-agent pitchers will leave the scene,
The farm system decimated,
Times might get pretty lean.
So let’s salute these crazy A’s,
In these darkening Autumn days,
Their brand of insanity so much a part
Of the Bay Area’s humid summer haze.
Reddick and Crisp, Fuld and Gomes,
Brought joy to so many Oakland homes,
Lester, Donaldson, Doolittle, Vogt,
Their season stolen by base-thieving gnomes.