Team Dog

By Barbara Gregorich

Jack and Larry leave Canada
for Cleveland, where Larry inhales
the scent of every player,
.     twitching his tail and planting
.     his paws on each
.          of them.

Jack shows his teammates
each new trick Larry
.     has learned —
.     jumping as high as Jack’s shoulder,
.          sitting on Jack’s shoulders,
.          balancing on Jack’s head.

On the wooden platform,
waiting for the southbound train,
.          the Naps take turns
.          playing with Larry.

Jack makes sure
each player knows that Larry
.     is not just Jack’s dog,
.          he is the team’s dog, too —
.          the official mascot
.     of the Cleveland Naps.

Jack reminds them that they
are all proud of Larry and of
.          themselves, and he hints
.          that maybe they should study
.     how Larry behaves.

Boarding the train,
Jack flexes his arm
.     and stretches his shoulder,
.     heading for the aches
.            of spring training

.     and the hope
.     that his arm has healed.

 

Taken from Barbara’s new book, Jack and Larry: Jack Graney and Larry, the Cleveland Baseball Dog. You can get a copy of this story of the only live mascot ever held by a major league team by visiting Barbara’s website or watching for her at this week’s SABR convention in Minneapolis.

 

Double E6

by James Motz

Peralta sees the hardball skip
Sees the speedy runner tip
To slide for second, flips
The ball to force … no? Oh sh**!
How’s he safe? Man, better get
Ready for the next man’s hit
Campana’s fast, let it rip!
Bang bang out! No?! Frick!
Umps call safe – here’s the Skip
Doesn’t matter, Cubs are slick
And set for win. Jhonny spits
his disgust. Tomorrow …

… he will hit

“Fear Strikes Out” Strikes Out

by Hilary Barta

To the wall, back he goes, with a twirl
Grabs the ball, strikes a pose, then the hurl
.     Though the term’s not “correct”
.     I’ll be firm and direct:
I’m appalled Perkins “throws like a girl”

Hilary Barta shares his obsessions of old movies and comics at his daily limerick site, LimerWrecks.

Maybe I Am The Phantom of Baseball

The Found Poetry in the Tweets of Jose Canseco

by Patrick Dubuque

Maybe I am the phantom of baseball

I will do anything for one more at bat
I know I can still hit MLB pitching
I can still hit a golf ball 380 yards
I have the hips of a 20 year old
I can
I have

I have a medical condition:
I love the game so much
Even in exhibition

Invite me for an old timers game
I will play

Anything for a look

Still dreaming of that one last
Trip of imagination
Back to the big leagues

I miss everything where did it go

Patrick Dubuque blogs regularly for Pitchers & Poets, where this first appeared.