Lou Boudreau

by Michael Ceraolo

It took nerve to apply for the manager’s job
when I was only twenty-four,
but I felt I was qualified:
I had been the captain of every team I played on,
and I had coached college ball in the offseason
I was proud of devising the shift
we sprung on Ted Williams
I understand teams these days use it on most players,
and that there is talk of banning such radical shifting
in order to increase offense
I am against taking that option away from managers;
the solution now is the same as it was for Ted:
hit the ball the other way
But I guess most major leaguers
are as stubborn as Ted was

 

MLB Mighty Mississippi Team

by Dan Campion

1B   Mike Carp
2B   Neal Finn
SS   Ernie Banks
3B   Rocky Bridges

LF   Red Fisher
CF   Curt Flood
RF   Kevin Bass

C   Wynston Sawyer

LHP   Vida Blue, Sandy Koufax

RHP   Mudcat Grant, Earl Huckleberry, Catfish Hunter, Ernie Shore, Rees Gephardt “Steamboat” Williams

MGR   Jimmy Dykes

 

Dazzy Vance

by Michael Ceraolo

By the time I turned thirty,
I had had a couple cups of coffee in the bigs,
neither very successful,
and I wasn’t even consistent in the minors
It looked like I would be one of the countless
small-town ball-playing eccentrics
who never stuck in the big-time
Then, while playing in New Orleans in 1920,
I met a doctor who finally figured out
why my arm had been giving me trouble
off and on for several years;
he corrected it, though to this day
I can’t say what it was he did, exactly
I went from small-town eccentric
to colorful and dazzling major-league pitcher
(all big-city eccentrics are ‘colorful’)
You know all about the three men on third
(I was the one with the right to the base),
and we had club that fined those
who got caught breaking curfew
Hell, I taught the neighbor’s girl how to pitch;
you couldn’t get much more eccentric in those days

The Bleachers of Prometheus

by Dan Campion

Prometheus made Greeks of clay
and stoked their fire so they could play
a world of games. The Greeks built up
stone theaters shaped like a cup.
Stirred by classic Hellene teachers,
ballpark architects made bleachers.
Thus: homers fly to bums like us.
Come have a beer, Prometheus!