No Joy in Mudville
by Jim Siergey
This World Series sure done went screwy
with champs being wild card St. Looey
. Midwest thinks it’s grand
. but Cubs fans sneer and
collectively catcall, “Ah, Phooey!”
Tastee Freese
by James Finn Garner
The Rangers lay their popguns down
Nolan Ryan sports a frown
The Cardinals new life have found
When Mr. Freese comes to town
The Texas bullpen crashes down
Nelson Cruz fields like a clown
The seat of Mark Lowe’s pants turns brown
When Mr. Freese comes to town
Bud Selig puts away the crown
Ol’ Dallas? One more cowtown
We all get a Game 7 showdown
When Mr. Freese comes to town
Red Sox Baseball Sideways (Or How Not To Slide Safely In Boston)
by Stephen Jones
Franchise disarray
Post-season fingers pointing
Rumor mill working
Franchise scrambling
Truth . . . Boston fog obscuring
Who did what . . . or not?
A manager leaves
Pitchers eat chicken drink beer
Ownership denies
What to remember?
Two championships . . . or collapse?
Or “What’s next at bat”?
LaRussa as Lincoln
by Todd Herges
Dearest Mary,
Mine eyes have seen the stresses
of the team far back in June;
of a long goatee brought in to save
but failing far too soon.
Four score and one game makes a half,
and both sides of the all-star break
our men did try their best, yet
good progress they could not make.
Out went McClellan; in came Grant
to help us win the day,
while Sherman (twenty-nine) burned the South
and turned the tide our way.
And now, my dear, I’ve decided that
to bring Cardinal nation together I’ve got
to give command of the ball, at the very end,
to the able Ulysses S. Motte.
Prayerfully yours,
Abe
Milwaukee Fans, With Heads High
By Stuart Shea
It’s been a good year,
And we still have beer.
Prince may be gone,
But our buzz is still on.
