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Playoff Letter to The Yankees

by Stephen Jones

Dear Yankees: You’d better grasp
Your playoff circumstance.

With just a month to play,
It’s time for you to seize the day.

The games you should have won
Now haunt you.  Are you  done?

Wake up offense!  Shake off slumber!
Hello team . . . it’s now September.

Yours truly, and all the rest . . .
But you’d better put out your best.

P.S.: Otherwise, it’s game over -
And a sad end for Derek Jeter.

 



Joe Torre Day (08/23/2014) at Yankee Stadium

by Stephen Jones

His #6 was retired.
His quiet demeanor was honored
When his plaque was unveiled
In Monument Park.

It’s “Joe Torre Day”
And right now, some say
He still should be skipper
In the Yankee dugout.

As a manager he cared less
About metrics and the rest.
He made “championship” real
Because he cared about people.

He once said competing
Is not alone about winning.
It’s all about preparation,
Courage, understanding
And, as he knew,
Nurturing the people and heart.

 



Yankees 8 / Tigers 4 – 08/27/2014

by Stephen Jones

Detroit spent good money for an ace
To make their play in the pennant race,
But the Yankees made a mess of Price:
He was shell-shocked and put on ice.

Detroit’s future is fast getting fuzzy,
Or, as Yogi once said, “It gets late early.”
When it was all said and done tonight,
In Motown The Price Was (Not) Right.

 



The Yankee Contracts Poem

by Hart Seely

Three more years of A-Rod,
Each, twenty million-plus.
Three more years of C.C.,
Blown tires on the bus.
Six more years of Ellsb’ry,
Just where did we go wrong?
And two more years of Beltran…
I will not live that long.

Two more years, Teixeira,
McCann, until ’18.
Gardner through the following year,
By then, I’ll have no spleen.
We’ll play no one at shortstop.
Our system’s hit the wall.
And two more years of Beltran…
Who cannot throw the ball.

Six more years, Tanaka.
Already, looking frail.
And Prado for another two.
By then, we’ll own Chris Sale.
We punted in the bidding,
And so jettisoned Cano.
For two more years of Beltran…
Dear God, please let me go!

Our Father, up in heaven,
Where contracts loom so large,
Two hundred million buys a boat
That steers just like a barge.
We’re dead throughout the order,
A slugger? No, not one!
With two more years of Beltran…
God, wake me when it’s done.

Hart Seely is custodian and ticket taker at the always-entertaining Yankee blog, It is High, It is Far, It is … caught.

 



Then & Now

by Stephen Jones

Paul O’Neill hit into Monument Park.
The Warrior got his deserved plaque
In Yankee Stadium this past Saturday.
It was also high contrast to current play.

Die-hard Pinstripers have to admit:
Yankee dominance has simply waned.
Now it’s a team struggling just to maintain
Its bid for the second wild card spot.

 

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