Boston Massacre

Sure, Diaz was blind as a bat
Both teams benefited from that
But knock your guys in
Or you won’t get the win
“Men stranded”, the most meaningful stat.

 

When Leury Met Yimi, Instead of Luis

A Song by James Finn Garner

When the Sox started hitting
With no sign of quitting
Dusty thought twice
And brought in some ice

Dusty yanked one Garcia
(his pitcher Luis)
For another Gracia
(Yimi, if you please)
To pitch to Garcia
(The Sox one, Leury)
And Dusty was sure
He’d got rid of his worry

But….

Garcia pitched to Garcia
Bailing out Gracia
But stalwart stood Garcia
Hit the pitch from Garcia
Sent it flying o’er Garcia
The gladdened Garcia
Had saddened Garcia
And this is why we siiiiiiiing….

Garcia! Garcia! Garcia!
Throw that heater past
Garcia! Garcia! Garcia!
This game could be your last
Garcia! Garcia! Garcia!
Put life in that crowd
Garcia! Garcia! Garcia!
Make all Garcias proud !!!

The Boys of 3 Summers Ago

by James Finn Garner

When the ‘Stros went to Chavez Ravine,
L.A. homies got nasty and mean
Inflatable cans
Fistfights in the stands
Apropos, I s’pose, in 2018.

 

Chin Music

by Dan Provost

Gibson would back you
off the plate on a bet.

Pedro had no illusions—
He just hated your guts
if you had a different color uniform.

Nolan Ryan didn’t care if
his 98 MPH fastball hit
a hip, arm, or leg.

Charge the mound for respect?

Next inning?
More chin music…

A nuanced, non-written
rule of the
National Pastime.

 

A former collegiate offensive lineman and football coach, Dan Provost’s poetry has been published in many print and online magazines. He lives in Berlin, New Hampshire with his wife, Laura, and dog, Bella.