by James Finn Garner
The unwritten rules in their dusty tomes
Are never long without a home
Consulted when game etiquette
Might require subtle signs of respect
Like when a throwback managerial cuss
Throws his rookie star under a bus
When he was only doing his job
Smashing a slow-motion lob
Whoever’s “clueless” here can be debated
And the Chisox success isn’t fated
The unwritten rules do not deem
To show how you alienate a team.