Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
By Stuart Shea
WHITE SOX
From dawn to midnight
Glistening sweat beads cover
Guillen’s press spokesmen.
TWINS
Sweet April moonlight
Means “farewell” if the Twins are
Without Joe Mauer.
INDIANS
Each cool autumn
Indians fans get just the
Thin end of the Wedge.
ROYALS
Gold Kansas wheatfields
Yield more each season than
Green fields at Kauffmann.
TIGERS
A solar eclipse
Can’t match the disappearance
Of Dontrelle’s control.
Posted 4/1/09
by Sid Yiddish
Now that Barack Obama has won the U.S. presidential election, it’s the closest thing the Northside will ever be in contention, let alone get to a World Series, even if Obama is from the Southside.
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You see, unlike the Chicago Cubs fans who relentlessly enjoy beating up their rivals bloody, both physically and with words, the White Sox fans wouldn’t do it even if you offered them all the money in the world, because like Obama & his crew, all those guys who support those who wear the black & white uniforms know the right thing to do.
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They know how to stick together, through all kinds of nasty weather and just rough it in the muddy playing fields, even if there’s no yielding or letting up or break in-between.
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See, that’s how the Southside grows, just takes what they are given and goes with the flow.
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So, it’s time to put aside that loveable losers blue and have a little pride for a change, because now that Obama has won the election, it’s a great victory for all of us!
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Not
Republican
Versus
Dem.
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Unlike Cubs fans who always cry out, “Wait ‘til next year,” next year is here for Obama and the rest of us, starting right now.
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For more on Sid Yiddish’s poetry, music and performances, check out his My Space page.
Posted 11/13/08
By Marion Shea-Light
Cubs sunk,
Sox too.
What to do?
Raise the cheer,
Wait ’till next year!!
Posted 10/30/08
By Stuart Shea
Real Brewers don’t go out of business so fast.
Real White Sox don’t unravel in hours.
And actual Angels don’t fall from the stars
And land on their butts.
And real Cubs don’t slink out with their tails between their legs
Like a pack of whipped mutts.
Posted 10/16/08
by Millie Bovich
The Tigers too have had their bats
And ended swinging most at gnats.
The second highest paying club,
To no avail – now there’s the rub.
A few guys sparkled in the end,
But still we lose, no winners send
To play in cool October’s fest.
Let’s face it: we’re not close to best.
A perfect park, a host of fans
To yell and cheer, no banging pans
On Woodward Ave to send the clue.
The Tigers knew just what to do.
To win the pennant and beyond,
To win the Series, we’ve been conned.
But wait a minute! What! I hear
We’ll try to do it come next year!
Posted 10/7/08