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
The Blue Jay Way
by James Finn Garner
The Jays landed simply a smidge above .500.
Their season has strolled by, not thundered.
No highs of joining a pennant race,
No lows of wallowing in last place,
No untoward attention-getting,
No clubhouse brawls, no fretting
About performance enhancers,
No dog fights, gunplay, or nude dancers.
A campaign so nice and proper
Would never face charges of treason.
How very Canadian of the Jays
To enjoy such an adequate season!
Posted 10/11/07
John McDonald Made a Play
By Stu Shea
John McDonald made a play,
TOR-O-N-T-O,
And on this play he got two outs,
TOR-O-N-T-O,
With a great dive here
And a long throw there,
Here a dive,
There a dive,
Every day a great dive,
John McDonald made a play,
TOR-O-N-T-O.
Posted 9/18/07
