Has become famos
As catcher for the Nats–
Must be the way that he squats.
Likes to golf indoors.
As dangerous as his home gets,
His kids have learned to wear helmets.
When his mind meanders
Imagines himself in toque, cape and shorts
Savior of the Great White North.
Is such a fussy eater
On every dinner date
He asks an ump to brush his plate.
If he had to put dibs in.
Likes all his shrimp jumbo
And when he orders, it takes
A shovel to serve his Baltimore crab cakes.
Likes all kinds of pets
But he has no use
We don’t want to be nosey
But why do the #Giants even appear
At games in odd-numbered years?
by Stephen Jones
The Rays goin’ south
Losers of eleven straight
Well, Tampa is “south”
by the Village Elliott
For Eddie Lopat, who pitched from 1944-55 with the White Sox, Yankees and Orioles.
Eddie Lopat threw junk that looked fat.
Hitters couldn’t wait to take their at bat,
But the pitch Eddie threw
Hitters always swung through,
‘Cause their bat ain’t where the ball was at.