We Got Happ
by HoraceClarke66
We got H-a-a-a-ppp!
Inning after inning of pure crap!
When the odds are saying you’ll never win
Break out the gin
You sap!
‘Cause we got J.A. Happ!
We’re so Happy that we’re hummin’
Hmm-hmm-hmm!
That’s the Happy thing to do.
Ho-ho-ho!
‘Cause we know our ship will come in
Though it’s nine years over due.
What can we do, man
But can Cashman?
We got H-a-a-a-ppp!
Nice if Coops could be a genius, of course
But keep that old horse
Out on the mound!
‘Cause we hadda have Happ!
Originally appeared on the Yankees blog, It Is High, It Is Far, It Is….caught.
“Come Back, Andy Pettite” by Dan Bern
Dan Bern has many wonderful baseball songs, especially on his CD with Common Rotation, “Doubleheader.” Check them out, and support this talented troubadour, at his website.
Baseball Couplet
by Donald Hall
When the tall puffy
Figure wearing number
nine starts
late for the fly ball,
laboring forward
like a lame truckhorse
startled by a gartersnake,
–this old fellow
whose body we remember
as sleek and nervous as a filly’s–
and barely catches it
in his glove’s
tip, we rise and applaud weeping:
On a green field we observe the ruin
of even the bravest
body, as Odysseus
wept to glimpse
among the shades the shadow
of Achilles.
Donald Hall, who died on Sunday at age 89, was a writer, editor, literary critic and U.S. Poet Laureate in 2006.
Casey At the Baton, or Pete Rosenkavalier
By Patrick McCaughey
Overture
Baseball and opera. Basses, runs, and what’s more —
They each need a pitch before there’s a score.
Act I
Why would anyone take an opera box? There
Are better ones at the stadium.
Instead of watch opera, I’d rather go hear
Brooklyn’s phone book read verbadium.
Act II
I know how to handle a one or two hoppera,
And that Sparky Lyle was a lights-out stoppera,
That Tampa Bay plays at the Tropera,
And that Yogi was a malapropera.
But I’m as far from getting opera
As Bangor is from Santa Bopera.
Intermezzo
The seventh inning stretch — baseball’s intermezzo.
How do I know? My scorecard sezzo.
Act III
The drama! The length! The Mets! And before
The weary trudge up the aisle, two more —
Be it Series or Nibelung they each have rings,
And neither one’s over ‘til the fat lady sings.