Wisconsin Royalty
by Jonathan Eig
There once was a Prince from Milwankee
Whose wife gave him no hanky panky
. I’ll be ready, she said,
. To take you to bed
When you swing your big bat as a Yankee
Jonathan Eig is the author of Luckiest Man: The Life and Death of Lou Gehrig, Opening Day: The Story of Jackie Robinson’s First Season, and Get Capone, all now out in paperback.
Was It The Last Dance?
by David Bellel
Was it the last dance?
The last dance for John and Suzy’s broadcast love
No, no, their last chance?
To get us to a big dance Thurs night
We need them beside us
Beside us, to guide us
Their boldness, that unfolds us
‘Cause when they’re sad
We’re so, so sad
So let’s not dance the last dance
No, no last dance
No, no last dance Thurs night
Was it the last dance?
The last dance for John and Suzy’s broadcast love
No, no their last chance?
To get us to the big dance Thurs night
We need them beside us
Beside us, to guide us
Their boldness, that unfolds us
‘Cause when they’re glad
We’re so, so glad
So let’s not dance the last dance
No, no last dance
No, no last dance thurs night
You can find more of David’s work throughout the Yankee blog, It Is High, It Is Far, It Is…..caught.
Motor City Madness
by Millie Bovich
The Tigers broke out of the zoo
And pummeled the team “You know who”
. With our hitters on tap
. And our pitchers with zap
They out-Yankee-ed the Yankees, Yahoo!
A contributor from Bardball’s rookie year, Millie Bovich has been a devoted fan of the Detroit Tigers for eight decades.
Post-Season Prediction Doggerel
by James Finn Garner
All the network media dorks
Sing the praises of New York
They hate visiting places strange
Like Motown and the Texas Range
They’d rather crawl through Gotham sewers
Than watch the Snakes or Rays or Brewers.
They’re happy as a dog with bone
To stay in th’ Eastern Time Zone.
But Yankees pitching ain’t worth a lick.
The Phillies are my pick, in six.
Boston Half-Baked Beans
by Hilary Barta
They were losing so nobody spoke
No schmoozing, no boasting, no joke
. From the bench not a mention
. Just a clenching from tension
No boos heard in Boston, just “Choke!”
