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Is It Next Year Yet?

by Michael X. Ferraro

Since one hobbled hero punched out the sky
The falls have been dull, or worse yet, just shy.
For 25 years, no Dodger champagne–
The 90s and Aughts both circled the drain.

This once-storied franchise seemed out of sorts,
Under FOX ownership, then… the McCourts.
“O’Malley, where art thou?,” wailed the true Blue,
until, just like Magic, that gang was through.

Now Gonzo is clearing ducks off the pond,
Dee Gordon stole second (while you just yawned).
That Jansen is lights out, Puig’s got a gun
and Kemp, once again, is hitting a ton.

Greinke rings ‘em up, Ryu mows’em down,
and Uribe’s got the best hands in town.
BUT Hanley is gimpy. The bullpen’s thin.
Call a search party, where’s Ethier been?

Can Mattingly manage in the big games,
Or will one more yearbook go up in flames?
The catchers both bat with petrified wood,
Yet Kershaw is crazy, Koufaxy good.

For two point five decades they’ve come up short.
That is the maddening part of this sport.
A bad hop here, or a fluke double there,
can transform confetti into despair.

The stage is now set at Chavez Ravine,
for a typically late Hollywood scene.
Way up in his booth, Vin’s riding catbird
in hopes that the crowd will have the last word.

 

Michael X. Ferraro’s debut novel, a pro football satire called Circus Catch, will be available on Amazon and elsewhere in October.

 



Joe Torre Day (08/23/2014) at Yankee Stadium

by Stephen Jones

His #6 was retired.
His quiet demeanor was honored
When his plaque was unveiled
In Monument Park.

It’s “Joe Torre Day”
And right now, some say
He still should be skipper
In the Yankee dugout.

As a manager he cared less
About metrics and the rest.
He made “championship” real
Because he cared about people.

He once said competing
Is not alone about winning.
It’s all about preparation,
Courage, understanding
And, as he knew,
Nurturing the people and heart.

 



Tarp Bailout

by James Finn Garner

Of all the things that vex the Cubs –
That same sad old refrain –
From day games to Bartman to billy goats
We can add to that roster “rain”.

Rolling out the tarp may look simple
Hardly “mechanical”, ’tis true
Yet what can go wrong surely will go wrong
For those bleeding Cubby blue

The Giants have something to play for
And were lucky to get the game suspended.
The Cubs are still playing “Chicago’s Got Talent!”
But watching them can’t be recommended.

 



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Astros Sink from TV Sight

by James Finn Garner

Yesterday, upon the air,
We played for fans who were not there.
They won’t tune in again today
Regardless of how well we play.

We played the A’s last night at seven,
Granted, no one’s idea of heaven.
But our squad’s not faceless strangers
And our record’s better than the Rangers’.
This fall, with football heroes,
Could our ratings sink past zero?

Yesterday, upon the air,
We played and no one seemed to care.
We’ll do the same again today.
How we wish Nielsen would go away!

 

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