by Hilary Barta
Take me out to the ballgame
(at Mega Predatory Capitalism Corp Park)
Take me out to the crowd
(taking selfies, texting their “friends” and checking email)
Buy me some peanuts and crackerjack
(How much? They’re PEANUTS!)
I don’t care if I never get back
(Actually, I do have to work in the morning)
For it’s root, root, root for the home team
(full of spoiled, right-wing millionaires)
If they don’t win, it’s a shame
(There’s always next year)
So it’s one, two, three strikes you’re out at the old ball game!
(now new and “improved” with replay challenges)
by the Brewer Haiku-er (@brew_haiku)
Tuesday, August 16
Cubs 4/4, Brewers 0/1
A sweep at Wrigley
We lose both games and players
Braun, Anderson hurt
Wednesday, August 17
Cubs 6, Brewers 1
Third straight loss to Cubs
Enough to make Crew fans drink
A case of Old Style
Thursday, August 18
Cubs 9, Brewers 6
Crew put up some runs
But cannot contain Bryant
Cubs are dominant
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by James Finn Garner
Somewhere among the
Kiss Cam, and the
Mascot Race, and the
Find The Bagel Under the Helmet video, and the
Helmet Nachos, and the
Pork-Chop-on-a-Stick, and the
Mandatory seventh inning patriotic song, and the
Salute to the division winners of 15 years ago,
I saw a defensive shift
And I thought,
Wow! How do they know to do that?!?
by Hilary Barta
When cramping and losing your grip,
Don’t panic! Get fluids and sip
And so systems won’t flood,
Enlist the old spud,
That champ of snack foodstuffs, the chip.
Dealing with cramping in his right hand, Cubs pitcher Jason Hammel was told by his doctor to eat more potato chips for their potassium.
Loves Duran Duran
But will take a paz
Likes watching “The Apprentice”.
“What I can’t figure out, man,
Is where they found a talking orangutan.”
Is the big kahuna
In Miami’s centerfield
By Red Groom’s carnival sculpture he’s almost concealed.
Took his chances
With a street vendor’s tamales
And is now very solly.