by Michael X. Ferraro
With Sonny Gray’s stomach unsound,
Rich Hill took the pill to the mound.
One nasty yakker
gave the comebacker
an Opening Day most profound.
Michael X. Ferraro is the author, most recently, of Circus Catch.
The First Game, Far and Away
by Hilary Barta
Spring Training is over, hey, hey
And the Cubs play their first game away
That fact isn’t strange
But can’t they arrange
To start without interleague play?
Hilary Barta provides limericks and giggles everyday at his site, LimerWrecks.
R.I.P. Walt Williams
by Jim Siergey
He was a six-foot man
In a five-six frame
His unusual physique
Was his nickname
He hustled and he hit
And he ran like heck
An eternal fan favorite
Was little “No Neck.”
Torii Hunter is Retiring
By Stuart Shea
Farewell, Torii,
Always a good story . . .
With your amazing catches,
Your religious dispatches,
Your homers and doubles,
Your OBP troubles.
You don’t like gay marriage,
But you don’t have to get one,
And I hope you enjoy the rest of your life,
With your kids and your wife.
What a Season — And It Ain’t Over Yet
by James Finn Garner
So now, my friends, it has come to this,
The World Series of 2015
The kids ablaze on the New York Amazin’s
Versus the Big Blue Royal Machine.
Let’s consider all that’s gone before
As we bid the warm weather goodbye
Some teams did roll as had been foretold
While others came through with surprise.
The new Cubbie kids swung some mean bats
The Blue Jays refused to show fear
Motown fell dead, now needs a retread
While the Giants await an even year.
The Dodgers in their close-ups again blinked
Staid St. Louis became hot and unglued
The Nationals sputtered, then throttled each other
The Lone Star State watched a marvelous feud
So when someone tells you baseball is boring,
Whether online, at work, in a bar,
Don’t chuckle or sigh. Look them straight in the eye
And say, “Baseball’s not boring — you are.”