by Stephen Jones
Cleats in the dirt.
But what’s that worth?
Win-loss meaningless
when rivalry assessed.
Forget any “Why/Wherefore” sense
& just figure it’s dugout justice.
Ichiro to New York
By Stuart Shea
Old kamoshika
In a field under bright stars
For one last gallop.
The Yankees’ New Murderers’ Row?
by Stephen Jones
146 home runs so far
Shades of 1927?
It’s bad luck to compare
But fun to tease tradition:
The big bat
is where it’s at
in Yankee Stadium
A mantra that
is “Ohmm . . . swat!”
amid fan-demonium
One thing is certain
and just to say:
The Bronx Bombers
are pure Broadway
I’ll Believe It When I See It
by James Finn Garner
Arby’s is a gourmet taste
Fargo’s an exciting place
Roseanne boasts an hourglass waist
And Adam Dunn steals second base
The deficit has no room to grow
Charlie Sheen lays off the blow
Pope Benedict turns gigolo
Big Donkey beats the catcher’s throw
Olympic swimming power: Slovakia!
New fashions sewn of dieffenbachia
Cheney sports ears like Mr. Spock — Yah!
And Dunny steals on Saltalamacchia!
What Can Reggie Say After He Says He’s Sorry
by David Bellel
What can I say, Al dear, after I say I’m sorry,
Though we all know you’re no better than Tony Lazzeri
I should have known the response of that Nazi-like crew
But you know stirring the drink is what I do
I was all wrong, (not really) but right or wrong I don’t blame you
Why should I take a juicer like you and shame you
I know it really should apply
More to Big Papi, dear
What can I say, Al dear, after I say I’m sorry