by Stephen Jones
Sometimes the game’s best catch
Is the one that’s in the stands–
Not the web gem “Wow!” we see
Highlighted on sports TV.
It’s maybe a juggle of beer and . . . snatch,
Making the grab bare hand.
by Andrew Porter
Of Jewish baseball cards, there’s quite a selection,
But I’ve assembled the biggest collection.
And the prideful fans who’d like to see ‘em,
Will love to tour my Baseball Museum.
There’s dozens of tales about every big league Jew,
So I hope not to bore you if I share just a few.
Hank Greenberg was a Tiger, tall with game
And he’s now enshrined in the Hall of Fame.
Today they’d say, “That kid can rake!”
With his 100-plus ribbies at the All-Star Break.
But the hero knew what he was needed for:
He served the longest in the Second World War.
Returning late in ’45 to lift Detroit from a frightful jam,
He clinched the pennant with a walk off grand slam.
And those who know no facts, must surely know Koufax.
Greatest lefty of them all, youngest elected to the Hall.
The Jewish fans screamed at the top of their lungs!
He had four no-hitters and three Cy Young’s.
Two thousand strikeouts and plus some more,
Then skipped the Series on Yom Kippur.
Moe Berg, a ballplayer with nary a flaw.
Princeton undergrad, Columbia Law.
A catcher for the White Sox — the Senators too.
But also a spy during World War II.
He traveled to Germany with orders to kill
And stealthily filmed Tokyo from the top of a hill.
So many other interesting facts abound,
Where these precious baseball cards will soon be found.
Guy Zinn left an indelible mark:
He scored the first run ever at Fenway Park.
And Barney Pelty, the Yiddish Curver, surely tasted whiskey:
He pitched a shutout when they opened Comiskey.
While Sam Nahem read Marx and Engel,
Lefty Weinert beaned Casey Stengel.
Erskine Mayer pitched with grit
Though he served up Wagner’s 3,000th hit.
Al Rosen, third baseman of great renown:
A groundout cost him the Triple Crown.
Bob Tufts and Elliott Maddox both hated to lose.
Both born as gentiles, both played as Jews.
There was Cy Young winner Steven Stone,
Speedy infielder Sammy Bohne,
And Giants second baseman Andy Cohen.
So the lesson to be learned today — promise, there will be no test.
Is that mensches don’t just ride the benches.
They play ball like all the rest.
by Stephen Jones
The right-field bleacher seats at Wrigley,
A part of stadium renovation, are open
And no longer “under construction”.
Dexter Fowler anointed them,
A solo home-run blessing in the third,
As the Cubs’ won 6-3 over the Reds.
by Celeste Johnston
In this lost year . . .
There were moments . . . there was heaven.
One moment of pure bliss, one moment of pure joy.
One moment for which there is truly only one word.
Euphoria . . .
One night in July on the road. Well . . . AT&T South . . .
Time stood still for the beloved, slight one . . .
One affectionately known to the Faithful only by his first name. Timmy . . .
One-hundred and forty-eight pitches to achieve Baseball Immortality.
The wide-eyed one diving full, ensnaring that which would have destroyed the magic.
The slight one captured from behind with love from his catcher, jarring him back to blissful reality:
Iconic Image . . .
No-hitter . . .
First career and 15th franchise for the beloved and beleaguered one.
Brightest spot in a lost year. Teammates overjoyed for the slight one,
Surrounding him. Ever-loved, ever-protected.
Time stood still . . .
Always expected; sweeter now after all that had passed.
Wet from the dousing, stunned happiness smoothed
The all-too frequent worry lines; luminous joy shining through.
Brightest spot in a lost year . . .
by James Finn Garner
Chicago is known for its class
So give that girl in the bleachers a pass
You might’ve thought the cap rubbed her ass
But she’s the new Cubs mascot “Bum Lass”.