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All-Star Clerihews #3

By Hugh Encrye

Adam Wainwright
Played the “unwritten rules” right,
Grooved the Captain a pitch to hit,
Then found himself in a world of trouble.

Miguel Cabrera
The greatest hitter of our era.
Pitch the pill behind his back
And still he’ll give that ball a whack.

Mike Trout
Didn’t hit one out,
But a double and a triple
Ain’t kibble.



Mockery on Hold for Now

by R J Lesch

The All-Star Game is happening tonight.
Now, usually I mock this whole parade.
It ought to be exciting, big, and bright,
but TV makes it worse than a charade.

The pageantry is tedious when viewed
on television narrated by hacks
on Fox who, let’s just say, are not imbued
with any grasp of poetry or facts.

But this time, I’ll be there! Up in the stands!
I won’t hear Joe Buck jabber something lame.
No sitcom star close-ups, no gimmick cams.
Just baseball. Pageant, sure, but still, a game!

No mockery from me tonight? We’ll see.
But driven by the game, and not TV.



The Tormentor of Yankee Stadium (06/29/2014)

by Stephen Jones

David Ortiz saves his best for history -
The long, fierce Red Sox/Yankee rivalry -
And always the nemesis of Pinstripes,
He did it again just last Sunday night.

In the third he smacked a 3-run homer
And grinned It’s good to be a power hitter
As he beat up Chase Whitley, rookie pitcher,
With a detonation to Yankee right-center.

He’s a hulking figure at the plate,
But he and Cooperstown have a date.
Is Ortiz Marvel’s newest Avenger?
On newsstands now . . . The Pinstripe Tormentor.

 



Pinstripes Cap Sweep of Blue Jays

By Stephen Jones

The pinstripes completed a three-game sweep
Of feather-flustered Toronto.
They extended their home winning streak
To 16 against you-know-who.

The irony so far this season?
The Yankees have done it with running,
Not their trademark long-ball slugging.
Toronto still may lead the division…

But is Toronto’s lead all bluster?
Right now, New York has its number.



CK None

by Michael X. Ferraro

With Kershaw slinging filthiness
and Scully narrating the scene,
The no-hit ingredients were
all in place at Chavez Ravine.

Fifteen Rockies went down on strikes
(one reaching by errant throw).
Rojas at third veered into left
to keep Clayton’s hit count to NO.

In the end, the lopsided box
score  tells only a part of the tale
Of the night that 40,000
bellowed, while 9 could only flail.

 

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