AL West – Page 79

The Flight of Goose Gossage

Goose Gossage,
Goose Gossage,
You are your own Bossage,
You have your own mitt that you sign and Embossage.

Goose Gossage,
Goose Gossage,
You always will Flossage,
Your round rolling stone will ne’er gather no Mossage.

Goose Gossage,
Goose Gossage,
You boot up with DOSsage,
You always predict the results of coin Tossage.

Goose Gossage,
Goose Gossage,
Your car drives with Nossage,
And you play like you dance, like the winged Bob Fossage.

(Sandy’s site, with his comedy teammates: Schadenfreude.net)

Posted 8/3/07

Felix is not a cat nor catcher.

He is a very large pitcher.

Batters do not like to face his deliveries.

He will grow very much richer.

When I was a boy,
I would go to the Dome,
The Dome that the people called King

To watch my M’s play
And undoubtedly lose,
But in the 7th, at least we could sing.

Eventually the roof
With its rain-soaked tiles
Began to fall to the ground
In little lawsuit-friendly piles,

So the men with the dynamite
Were called to the site
And the Dome was extinguished
With a BOOM in the night.

7/3/07

Jack Cust

Has become a must!

Beating pitchers into dust.

Jack Cust

Has earned the trust

Of Oakland fans with home-run lust.

Jack Cust

Is free of rust

Despite demotions so unjust.

II.

Billy Beane sussed that Jack Cust

Wouldn’t go bust.

But even he must be nonplussed

By the heroic thrust

Of Jack Cust.

I wish the Cubs had
Ichiro Starting in Right
Instead of Jacques Jones.

The Wooden Elbow
Continues to be creaky–
For godsakes, just pitch!

Documentary
About Barry Bonds’ Seventy-Third:
LitigationBall.

Posted 6/15/07