Applause, Please, for the Retirees

by James Finn Garner

As the season ends and the playoffs loom,
Let us pause a sec and make some room
In our doggerel feed for those athletes
Who’re hanging up mitts and jocks and cleats.

The Jints will miss ol’ Hunter Pence
Of flaming beard and glare intense.

After so many seasons, Bartolo Colon
Will finally get to shower alone.

Minnesotans, pray to your higher power
For another guy even close to Mauer.

Now David Wright, Mets’ grand old man,
Will have to watch them choke from the stands.

With the Angels’ collapse, Mike Scioscia
Might do well inspecting for OSHA.

Chase Utley being out of the game
Frees me from trying to rhyme his name.

And with no regrets, let’s bid adieu
And good riddance to Chief Wahoo.

 

Angels Fans Furious

by Stephen Jones

Shohei Ohtani, the
Angels’ star and season,
Now with an UCL tear.
And
What was management thinking?
They knew
His elbow wasn’t right
And knew
They were 12 games behind.
So why
Put him in for 2+ innings
In a meaningless Sunday game?
Now
Comes a visitor, well-known
To the mound–
Mr. Tommy John
Comes recommended and is
Knocking at the door.

Oh no Ohtani

 

A Lim for Timmy

by James Finn Garner

Please bid adios to the Freak
Released by the Rangers this week
A warm rubber band
In the form of a man
He’s that rarest of players: unique.

 

A Staff for All Seasons

By Jim Siergey

When wintry winds cause batsmen
All to whiff and to wail,
They’re laughed off by a moundsman
Whose name is Rich Gale.

While batters may wish it were dry
And comfortably warm,
The winds won’t bother a Davis
With a first name like Storm.

When the field becomes mired
In a swampy wet bog
And the sky is grayed o’er,
Make the call to Josh Fogg.

If the weather gets so bad
Fans all need to take cover,
You need a staff with Jim Coates
And, of course, Gary Glover.