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Metropolitan Haiku

by Nathan Rudy

The greatest pitching
In history is wasted.
Home is Citi Field.

 



The Pursuit of Happ-iness

by James Finn Garner

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
That’s the sound of Ian Happ
He takes his bat and with a slap
Hits that ball all over the map

Scorecard keepers can never nap
If there’s a chance that Ian mayhap
Knock the pill into the gap
He makes me happy! Happ! Happ! Happ!

 



Elegy in a West Side Ball Park

by Ring Lardner

Published in the Chicago Tribune on April 20, 1916, as a tribute to West Side Grounds on the same day the Chicago Cubs played their first game at Weeghman Field.

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight.
Save for the chatter of the laboring folk
Returning to their hovels for the night,
All is still at Taylor, Lincoln, Wood and Polk.
Beneath this aged roof, this grandstand’s shade,
Where peanut shucks lie in a mold’ring heap,
Where show the stains of pop and lemonade,
The Cub bugs used to cheer and groan and weep.

 



The Big Picture

by Hilary Barta

Seats are dandy, a mile down from third
In the stands, way up high like a bird
In your eye-line, revealed
City skyline, green field
It’s so grand that you smile, feelings stirred.

 



Don’t Stop Bee-Lieving

by James Finn Garner

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The Royals lately are a steaming pile,
Batting and pitching quite smelly–
Is this what brought the bees to town?
Or was it the Royal jelly?

 

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