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Aghast from the Past

by Jim Siergey

A far cry from the slack days of Banks
Simply for that, the faithful give thanks
Repeat dreams grow black
This year’s a throwback
It looks like the Dodgers and Yanks

 



The Wreck of the Boston Red Sox

by HoraceClark66

The legend lives on
From the Bambino on down
Of the team that folds like a patsy
The Fens, it said,
Always throws up its dead
When the winds of November come early

The Sox were the pride
Of the MLB side
With a team that was certain to win it
A roster so sweet
That they let the boys cheat
And said scarcely a word ag’in it

They had Sale on the mound
And Price who would pound
Any old man who dared to offend him
And Porcello who
You knew would come through
And too many others to mention

The outfield was young
Their praises were sung
Above all the Babe Benintendi
They did a cute dance
And around they would prance
When the team it won so bigly

They were handed the East
Which was the least
MLB could do for their story
Then they’d run through the ‘Stros
And the bows and arrows
And go straight to the Series and glory

But Nuni’s knee gave
Then their main Sale caved
And the Olde Towne Team was hurtin’
Then Pomeranz fell
And Kimbrel went to hell
And another big choke, it was lurkin’

Does any man know
Where the love of God goes
When the hits turn the innings to hours?



Stiff Upper Drip

By Hilary Barta

Will the Cubs or the Nationals sizzle?
Who advances, and which team will fizzle?
Whose fans will stay sober
Or curse this October?
They will both play Game Five in a drizzle.

 



Watching the Yankees/Indians ALDS Rubber Game

by Stephen Jones

I realized, late in the game,
That things have changed–it’s not the same.

The future of baseball is now
Summed up in just one word–pow.

No more round-the-bases conga dancing–
It’s power pitching and power hitting.

Maybe this’ll bring in younger fans.
That’s what MLB wants in the stands.

Anyway: live arm … and live bat–
Right now, it’s as simple as that.

 



Game 2 — Indians 9, Yankees 8

by Stephen Jones

Hard to figure–how Joe Girardi
Suddenly became a headlight-deer,
When he didn’t challenge a call
Last Friday night.

Sure, we saw it all
(Via instant replay’s unerring broadcast)
And it was clear that the ball
Had ricochet’d off the knob
Of a Chisenhall bat
(And, rightly, it shoulda been called
A not-hit-by-pitch foul ball).

Yep, it probably swung the game.
The Yankees went on to blow
Their five-run lead, and the Indians
Won it– 9 to 8. Now it seems

Everyone’s yelling “Off
With his head!” like an angry mob,
But not me. After all, since
2008, the Yankees can boast
The best winning percentage
In all the league–and that’s
All been on Joe Girardi’s watch.

 

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