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Hot Doggerel

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)

 



Every Sixty Years

by the Village Elliott

For Madison Bumgarner, et al.

Each Giants fan felt giant fear,
Thought, “Though year’s even,” then “Out of here!”
Mad Baum showed Jints the way,
Hit “Game’s Call of the Day”.
Reckon likely be Call of the Year.

Seems each 60 years there’s such a game:
Give up Grand Slam, hit tater same frame.
First, Hubs’ Fred Klobedanz,
Back when Babe wore short pants;
Reds’ Hal Jeffcoat, Mad Bum each same fame.

 

On August 18 in the fourth inning, Madison Bumgarner gave up a grand slam. In the bottom of the inning, he hit a two-run tater. He is the third hurler in Major League history to hit a home run after giving up grand slam in previous half-inning:

1: Boston Braves’ Fred Klobedanz vs. New York Giants (homer by George Davis), 1st/2nd, on 9/12/1896
2: Cincinnati Reds’ Hal Jeffcoat vs. St. Louis Cardinals (homer by Stan Musial), 8th, on 5/26/1957
3: San Francisco Giants’ Madison Baumgarner vs New York Mets (homer by Justin Ruggiano), 4th, on 8/18/16



Tinker to Evers to Chance

by Peter Gordon

This second-most-famous baseball poem, by FPA,
Features these three turning double plays

When the game and league were young
“Take Me Out to the Ballgame” unsung

Their wins record in ’06 remains unbroken
Just like their great deeds remain unspoken

On the diamond their choreography
Like Astaire, Rogers and Gene Kelly

You may not know they hated each other
Quarreled worse than spurned lovers

Evers, the Crab, the agitator
Chance, Peerless Leader, peace maker

Tinker’s steady play kept it together
One of the greatest when he flashed leather

They led the Cubs to World Series wins
Not knowing none would come again

Left during the teens without backward waves
Evers 1914 MVP for the Miracle Braves

Chance led the Yankees before they were great
Tinker made a fortune in real estate

Some say they don’t belong in the Hall
I say count their wins: over 1,000 in all.

 

Peter M. Gordon recently published his second poetry book, Let’s Play Two: Poems About Baseball, available on amazon.com. His poems have appeared in Slipstream, 34th Parallel, The Journal of Florida Literature, and several other magazines, anthologies and websites. He currently teaches in Full Sail University’s Film MFA program.



Expectorations

by the Village Elliott

In honor of Gaylord Perry, whose statue was unveiled at Pac Bell Park on Saturday:

Giant statue of Giant legit,
Cy Young sculptured bronze polished in spit.
Cooperstown ends career,
Hurler started right here:
Gaylord Perry expectorates it.

 



The True Godfather of Our Game

by the Village Elliott

For Daniel Lucius “Doc” Adams (11/1/1814-1/3/1899)

Doc Adams, with newly claimed fame,
Now “The Man” whom historians name–
Not Doubleday, not Wright,
Or Doc’s teammate, Cartwright–
As “The True Godfather of Our Game.”

 

For more on Adams and his hand in drafting the “Laws of Baseball” as president of the Knickerbocker Base Ball Club, click here.

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