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Everything Falls Apart (Angels 10, Yankees 5)

by Stephen Jones

Worst game of season
Yankees resume losing ways
It’s called entropy

 



Idle Thought

by Stephen Jones

When the smoke finally clears,
sometime later this year…

The American League East
will be a black ‘n blue beast:

No team a clear winner…
but one a survivor.

Alley fights and turf wars–
they’re waged just that way.

 



Air Raid! Air Raid!

by Stephen Jones

The Bronx Bombers leveled Baltimore
With their home stand of “Rolling Thunder”.
Their high-flying offense dropped runs, 38;
They carpet-bombed Birds, who managed just 8.

And if these metrics alone
Weren’t enough of a feat,
Bombardier Judge launched one . . .
496 feet.

 



Could Headley Be a Brosius?

by John M.

Could Headley be a Brosius?
Could winter turn to Spring?
Could daffodils be binders
And earn us all a ring?

Could Refsyder be Sojo?
Is Judge another Mick?
Is Aaron just a hiccup
And Tanaka really sick?

Does Cashman like his Lasik?
Does Hal own kinky boots?
As long as we’re in first place,
Are all our questions moot?

 

Originally appeared in the Yankee blog, It is High, It is Far, It is . . . Caught.



Fractured Syntax: Now It’s Over, He’s Late

by The Village Elliott

For Yogi, who would have been 92 on 5/12/17

Today Yogi wouldn’t turn 92.
Early late, interred deep, bids adieu.
Buried late, folks would go,
“Now when over, he’ll show
‘Til it’s over once more, deja vu.”

 

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