John Henry

by Michael Ceraolo

I’m not the billionaire owner
I was a catcher in the 1910s
I wasn’t much of a hitter,
though I was a pretty good defensive catcher;
the Big Train liked to have me catch him,
so that should tell you something
But being a backup backstop
wasn’t the most secure employment,
so I eagerly joined the Fraternity
when Dave Fultz formed it,
and I was active in the union,
serving as Washington’s player representative
The Lords weren’t having unionism,
even, and maybe especially, those
who had been active in earlier baseball unions
but were now in positions of power
And I was run out of the league,
and then run out of the majors a year later,
the eternal fate of the non-star
who dares to stand up for his and others’ rights

 

Eddie Gaedel

by Michael Ceraolo

During the war I came in handy
because I could work in places
nonlittle people couldn’t get to,
and after the war I became a performer
Mr. Veeck said he’d never read Thurber’s story,
but I’m skeptical about his claim:
he said he would have a sniper in place
to shoot me if I tried to swing the bat
I never knew whether or not he was joking

The Summer Game

by Doug Fahrendorff

Baseball
Seventy years a fan
And counting
From the “Whiz Kids”
To the “Brew Crew”
Following the boys of summer
Enjoying the timeless flow
Of the game
The perfect way to spend
A summer afternoon

 

Baseball is a Worrying Thing

by Stan Coveleski (Cleve., 1916-24, Wash. 1925-27, NYY 1928)

The pressure never lets up.
Doesn’t matter what you did yesterday.
That’s history.
It’s tomorrow that counts.
So you worry all the time.
It never ends.
Lord, baseball is a worrying thing.

Hub Pruett

by Michael Ceraolo

Shucks, baseball is a great game
And one of the best things about it
is the mystery of when form doesn’t hold;
I’ll use myself as an example
In my first season, plus his first appearance
against me in my second season,
I struck out Babe Ruth ten times in thirteen at-bats;
he only had two hits in those at-bats, one a home run,
and in addition had three walks
If that wasn’t in “Ripley’s Believe It or Not,”
it should have been; I think that stat alone
probably kept me in the big leagues longer
than my pitching against all others warranted,
and that allowed me to put myself through medical school
The Babe did better against me after that beginning,
but I am eternally grateful to him
for my moment in the sun.