Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
Like Zeus with his shattering bolts
LaRussa’s best batter packs volts
.    Like a powerful god
.    from his towering bod
flows the juice to the bat of Puholz
I’m sure you all know by now that Hilary posts his limericks on monster movies, noir thrillers and comic books every day at LimerWrecks, but I thought I’d remind you all the same.
The third was both end and beginning,
It determined the losing and winning
.    For the Tigers, the plane
.    To the Rangers, champagne
All it took was one Texas-sized inning.
Tonight, if the weather stays dry,
the Tigers will give it a try
.    In duct tape they’re bandaged,
.    yet somehow they’ve managed
to fight to game 6, do or die.
Beltre thought it a routine DP,
As simple as, well, 6 – 4 – 3,
.    But third base interrupted
.    And the Tigers erupted
And are still fighting for the ALC
Son, take a look at this year’s Verlander,
This model’s sure worth a gander.
.    With the mileage he’s racked up
.    He still hasn’t cracked up
And his aim down the road never wanders.
No raining; no pouring.
In Motown they’re roaring.
.   The Tigers saw red
.   and knocked ’em dead,
They’re returning to Texas this morning.