by Stephen Jones
This season, militarily,
When the game is on the line,
The Yankees use artillery
In late innings to win.
This past weekend, it was
Stanton’s Booming Cannon
(With two shots out of Fenway
That almost hit the harvest moon).
Boston’s Marathons
by Patrick McCaughey
Load up on the carbs,
Kiss the family goodbye,
For
The Red Sox and Yankees are on.
Still just in the second?
But an hour’s gone by,
For
The Red Sox and Yankees are on.
Each at bat is 12 pitches.
Mound visits galore.
For
The Red Sox and Yankees are on.
What else rhymes with “galore”?
Try on “bore”, “chore”, and “snore”.
For
The Red Sox and Yankees are on.
Of course, so does “score”,
As do “swore”, “war”, and “adore”.
For
The Red Sox and Yankees are on.
The nights they have stolen,
It’s really a crime
For
The Red Sox and Yankees are on.
This poem could have been better
But I don’t have the time
For
The Red Sox and Yankees are on.
All Sales are Final
by Michael X. Ferraro
What’s got those Boston Red Sox grinning?
Must be Chris Sale’s immaculate inning.
Yankees Sweep Red Sox in Doubleheader
by Stephen Jones
If you’re a Yankees fan, you know:
You have no fingers anymore.
Every game, every ninth inning …
It’s been a steady, three-week diet
Of nonstop nail biting.
And now, after having started
Nine games behind, the Bombers —
Doggedly riding their bus, The Grinder —
Have chased and passed Boston…
There are only 22 games to go.
Chin Music
by Dan Provost
Gibson would back you
off the plate on a bet.
Pedro had no illusions—
He just hated your guts
if you had a different color uniform.
Nolan Ryan didn’t care if
his 98 MPH fastball hit
a hip, arm, or leg.
Charge the mound for respect?
Next inning?
More chin music…
A nuanced, non-written
rule of the
National Pastime.
A former collegiate offensive lineman and football coach, Dan Provost’s poetry has been published in many print and online magazines. He lives in Berlin, New Hampshire with his wife, Laura, and dog, Bella.