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The Books Must Balance

by R.J. Lesch

The books must balance, so accountants say.
For every credit on the books, we must
Record a debit. Bills come in; we pay
Them off and write it down. In baseball, just

The same is true. A hit is chalked up to
The hitter and the pitcher both. A game
Won by my team must be a loss for you.
If we give credit, so we must give blame.

For every Thomson, Branca there must be.
For Mazeroski, Terry. Wilson, Buck.
Gordon and Familia, recently.
Then Hosmer, Duda. Perez, Matz. Tough luck.

The calculus of baseball can be cold,
But books must balance, once the tale is told.

 

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Owning October

by Doug Fahrendorff

The comeback kids are champs
Trailing late in games
Different players stepping up
From Gordon’s home run
To Hosmer’s dash for home
Not forgetting
The steady leadership of Perez
Or the brilliant bullpen
The entire team contributed
To keeping the line moving
Defeating Gotham’s Dark Knight
No easy task
A victory well deserved
Celebrate Kansas City

 

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Random Thoughts in Doggerel

by the Village Elliott

“What good is good pitching
If defense is porous?”
Reprise of the bitching
Amazin’ Mets Chorus.
Mets team defense a drag?
Another costly error?
Down-daubered Roger Craig
Lost 20 both years there.
This Series played a fright
No way the Mets survive
From Cespedes to Wright,
First inning through Game Five.
I tip my cap to Royals
Returning to the dance
The Instant Karmic spoils
They seized on second chance.
When Cespedes misplays
First ball, first run Mets yield–
Say, hey, ain’t Willie Mays,
Back playing center field.
Mad dash of Escobar
Redeemed slothful Gordon,
When Hosmer ties the score
Could sense the Royals had won.
Last year they lost to Jints
Panik starts a double.
Duda’s wild throw hints
It’s Mets who are in trouble.
The Royals deserve the crown
They won it fair and square,
Reversed their Dauber-down,
To earn the winners’ share.

 

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Irony

by the Village Elliott

Ironic, that in the beginning
Matter’s: “Has Harvey pitched last inning?”
When in end what matters:
“One too many batters!”
Begins Royals’ comeback, title winning.

 

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Gravity’s Rainbow

by F.X. Flinn

Escobar slashing launching
the booming start
like a kid’s first rocket
the pill going suborbital

speeding to splashdown
in deepest left center
two destroyers of hits
a joint Cuban – Ecotopian op

the fog of roar leaves
them blind to signals
the payload misses
the web deployed

in an instant they see
the horsehide capsule spinning
on the surface and then it’s gone
like Grissom’s Liberty Bell 7

Escobar breaks the siege
races home and later
on the bench winded
applies a pinch on his arm