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The Curse of the Billy Goat

by Mark Vincent

R. I. P.  Billy Goat Curse, 10/06/1945 – 11/02/2016

It started in Game Four of ’45
When Murphy, Billy’s goat, came to the game.
The Cubbies led the series, were alive,
About to claim some World Series fame.

The goat smelled bad and he was asked to leave.
His owner, Billy, wasn’t very happy.
He cursed the team; they lost. Chicago grieved.
The decades since, well, they’ve just been crappy.

But that, my friends, is finally in the past,
That blasted curse has now been laid to rest.
The pennant, then the Series won at last.
The Cubs can now stand proud, they are the best!

In seven games, and then an extra inning,
Chicago’s Cubs have found a new beginning!

 



The Visitors

by Raphael Badagliacca

Of all the moments in the game
none is more lonely than this . . .
when the visitors wildly exclaim
their joy and celebrate
their happy fate
the less than one percent
like marauders of old
in the sacred home they desecrate
while thousands look on in stony silence.

 



Staying Alive

by Hilary Barta

Back to Cleveland and Erie’s south shore,
To even the series … and more?
If Chicago’s a winner
Chief Wahoo, that grinner,
Will be heaving warm beer on the floor.

 



The Inside the Park Homer That Wasn’t

by Hilary Barta

On a triple, to first in a trot?
Don’t fergit what yer taught as a tot:
Run it out, never lag,
On your way to the bag
Always better to hustle than not.

 



The Season, the Best Since Forty-Five

by Millie Bovich

You know Caray, up in Heaven, followed each and every game
Although without his booming voice, it hasn’t been the same.

But the coaches and the fans alike were giving all they had
And the Cubbie team reciprocated, winning games like mad.

Some games were rough and tumble, and some an easy nine.
Fans took the bitter with the sweet, no reason to malign.

They studied all opponents, not a game they chose to lose,
And the coaches had much input and advised with all their clues.

The loyal fans attended, Wrigley almost burst its seams
For the season, best in decades, for the season of their dreams.

While the schedule wore on daily from the first game to the last
And most the time we celebrated, watched the home team blast.

The “Ws” were piling up, and fans were quite amazed
With wins from Kyle and his bunch, Chicago woke up dazed.

And when the season ended with the stats all in the books,
Our Cubbies ended right on top, no more the dirty looks.

Now way above old Wrigley Field there flies the pennant flag.
We’ve reason now to hold heads high, we’ve reason now to brag.

And the cheering, oh the cheering, is reverberating now
From Chicago, Mrs. Murphy, and the famed O’Leary cow.

So Caray rests so peacefully, a smile upon his face.
At last his team, Chicago Cubs, has surely won the race.

Soon the Indians come a’calling, and there’s fervor in their eyes
We are ready, set for action – GO CUBS! GO BEAT THOSE GUYS!

 

While Millie Bovich is our senior Tigers correspondent, she also claims a loyalty to Chicago due to five years’ living in Riverside and Des Plaines, IL.

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