By Larry Epke
Manny with his flowing locks,
Left field, Boston Red Sox,
When he’s in the batter’s box,
Gives the ball some mighty knox!
Posted 10/26/2007
The Green-Eyed Monster
by James Finn Garner
Pity the poor Red Sox.
Yesterday’s underdog,
Former Team of Destiny,
The A.L.’s demanding darling.
It’s hard to punch your underdog card
With the second biggest payroll around,
Plus Ortiz, Ramirez, Beckett, Papelbon,
And all the guys in biker beards.
No longer the sentimental favorite,
The team that is due.
They grow up so fast these days.
Now a financial juggernaut
That must win win win
To satisfy the local yankees
And thwart the distant ones,
Bleeding away their charm
Faster than Schillling.
The wise man said,
“Choose your enemies well, for you will come to resemble them.”
Who knew Sun Tzu
Was a Red Sox fan?
Posted 10/24/07
Wang, But Not Forgotten
by Hart Seely
Some shall wonder why he’s gone,
Some shall cry out, “What went wrong?”
Some will blame that insect throng,
But I’ll remember Chien-Ming Wang.
For sure, his ending was foregone
That night we watched our lead withdrawn.
And now, it hurts to say, “So long.”
And then remember Chien-Ming Wang.
Next summer, birds shall sing their song,
While happy children play along.
But we’ll remember why he’s gone,
Whenever we see Chien-Ming Wang.
You can see more of Hart’s poetry and Yankee silliness at his blog, IT IS HIGH, IT IS FAR, IT IS…..caught.
Posted 10/22/07
Chet Nichols
by Thomas Michael McDade
Could have been the jingle
of his name that led him
to the banking game.
But then again, he was
“Chet Thrift” with runs
back in fifty-one
When his ERA was lowest
in the Senior Circuit —
his winning mark
just a tad higher
than prime!
Posted 10/19/07
500 (Thome, Rodriguez and Thomas)
by James Finn Garner
500
Is such an exquisite digit–
The miles in a Daytona race,
Fortune‘s biggest firms anyplace,
And Fiat’s postwar car-midget.
500
The dingers hit by “Big Hurt” Frank,
Of the sweet stroke and bitter knees,
A-Rod, whipping boy for the Yankees,
And Thome, svelte as a Sherman tank.
500
Their several teams never captured it all.
The sluggers pushed on in good years and bad,
Taking what pleasure there was to be had
In campaigns of .500 ball.
500!
Carved into history like Cy Nostradamus.
As Father Time erodes, hobbles and tames,
That mark will always shine next to these names.
500 cheers for Thome, Rodriguez and Thomas!
Posted 10/16/07