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I am the Very Model of a Modern Clubhouse Veteran

by Susan Petrone

I am the very model of a Modern Clubhouse Veteran,
I share my knowledge with the rookies and my baseball bretheren
I’ve been a pro for many years and quote the games historical,
My post-season experience is more than just rhetorical;

In the field, I’m average, it matters not a whit to me
I’m here to hit and demonstrate my offensive consistency
They call me cheerful and upbeat, I guess I’m really not sedate
But I can teach the younger guys on showing patience at the plate.

I’ll make the clubhouse warm and fuzzy so the team can rock the Jake
That’s why I had them dress like fools and made them do the “Harlem Shake”
In short so Tito doesn’t have to take so much Excederin
I am the very model of a Modern Clubhouse Veteran.

 

Susan Petrone blogs regularly on the Cleveland Indians at  It’s Pronounced Lajaway.

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2013 AL Central Prediction Haiku

By Stuart Shea

CHICAGO
No Sale, no pennant?
Can Beckham bend it foreward?
Is Konerko Dunn?

CLEVELAND
Re-seeding is hard.
Big contracts are easier.
80-82.

DETROIT
No closer, no stress?
Just win every game by five!
(Time for a Zantac.)

KANSAS CITY
The Wil to win “soon”
Has been supplanted by the
Will to win today.

MINNESOTA
Ten thousand lakes teem
With tears from ticket-holding
Twin fan Targetees.

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The World Series: It Just Happened, Right?

by Stephen Jones

After Hurricane Sandy, and some days –
a rout of water washed memory away –
I try and recall the World Series.

Television numbers, ratings a barometer
of national enthusiasm, were lower,
much lower. So how to dissect this?

Critics argue: the Series starts too late.
Schedule it to start on an earlier date.
But this alone doesn’t make the Series

more memorable.  Maybe it was what
lack of punch Detroit brought to the plate?
Or San Fran’s sudden metamorphosis?

Maybe a team peaked too soon while the other
crested even above its own high water
mark?  In a season, any team will do this.

If I was an ardent hometown fan, Yes
I’d crow from the bleachers unabashed.
My team won – that’s all that matters.

But past the TV hype, the predictions
and overwhelming prognostications,
I try and recall the World Series.

Something happened.  Or maybe not.
It was like the last pitch of the last out:

Cabrera not blinking, not even swinging –
Detroit in the eye of a storm not of its doing.

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World Series, Day 4

by Ember Nickel

There was an extra round and there was rain
And there were extras. None of that would keep
The playoffs from concluding in their main
Month here. Win by the sweep, lose by the sweep.
The Tigers could go yard once they would try it,
The Giants showed them how. It’s not too weird
To overhear the yelling from “the riot”
Nor to watch the closer’s secondhand beard.
Let the rain fall; today the sky is orange.