By Hilary Barta
Through six it was glum and a grind
Cub hits had become hard to find
Then some runs driven in
And the fun did begin
From the pits to a come-from-behind!
Bury My Start at Wounded Knee
by Hilary Barta
No, he didn’t trip over a goat
There’s no curse we can soberly note
Running hard was the reason
Schwarber’s marred for the season
One collision and that’s all she wrote.
No-Win Situation
by Hilary Barta
On fun New York Mets put a damper
Scored runs, across home they did scamper
The post-season plans
Now toast for the fans
Their “W” rags in the hamper.
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Victory Lapped Up
by Hilary Barta
It’s brutal, New York in a sweep
Our beautiful dreams in a heap
St. Louis, detested,
Chicago had bested
But swept by the Mets? What the bleep!
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Each step that the Cubbies had made
Champagne in the clubhouse was sprayed
But now all the fun
Brut showers are done
For losing they hold no parade.
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The unknowns on the Cubs have made gains
But have shown that some work still remains
On youth the team’s based
And a truth must be faced:
With growing there always comes pains.
Learning Curve Ball
by Hilary Barta
The errors, a pitch that went wild
Mistakes on lost chances were piled
Cubs lacked, we’re depressed
But a fact must be stressed:
Of rookies this team is compiled.