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Opening Day Tradition

by the Village Elliott

For the “Lords of Baseball”

Big league tradition, “Opening Day.”
Cincinnati, where first game they’d play.
Reds: Godfather of those
Teams comprised of all pros
Signed to play for a full season’s pay.

Now there is no more “Opening Day.”
Openings staggered o’er three day’s play.
New big league ambition
To start new tradition:
Big TV payoff pays season’s way.

 



Sometimes You Wonder

by Millie Bovich

Sometimes you wonder who’s in charge
Who makes the schedule for the sport,
Who leaves the southern ballparks dark
And schedules op’ners for “up nort”.

In early April flakes could fly–
Come to think, they often do.
What makes them think that teams could play
And still stay warm in frozen dew?

The infield’s cold, the outfield too.
The pitcher’s arm is wrapped as well.
The catcher mutters thru his cage
Baseball in April’s “cold as hell”.

The dugout heatlamps do their job,
The team enjoys its moments there,
But when the ump calls outs are three
They rise and rush to arctic air.

And how about devoted fans?
They sit and cheer in bundled clothes
And stamp their feet to make blood flow
And cup their hands to warm their nose!

The vendors’ ice cream doesn’t sell,
Not much desire for frothy beer.
Fans huddle close on tushes cold
And pull their hoodies ’round each ear.

Let’s solve the problem now for sure:
Play April ball down south or west.
I must complain and make it known
That my solution is the best.

The baseball season’s not too long.
The country just can’t wait for play.
Above the Mason Dixon line
Home openers start in balmy May.

The schedule maker is the guy
About whose skill there is some doubt.
Just call him on the carpet and
Just raise your thumb and yell “yer out!”

 

Millie Bovich, one of our favorite contributors, has been a Tigers fan since the days of Mickey Cochrane and Charlie Gehringer. 

 



Snake Bit

by the Village Elliott

When promoting men, Napoleon stuck
With this principle, “I look for luck.”
He would not buck the odds
And offend Baseball Gods
Shutting down Strasburg like a dumb schmuck.

Nats seem clueless and snake bit to me
Since the Strasburg Shut-Down travesty;
‘Fourteen’s Playoff Game Two:
Belt’s home run “lucky,” too;
Papelbon trade upset chemistry.

Dusty Baker will manage D.C.
Buddy’s tenure with Nats not to be;
Did Nats react to claim,
That “Black” in Bud’s last name,
Ain’t what league meant by diversity?

Seems like Dusty’s a bit snake bit, too,
Since Jints Series Game Six in ‘Ought Two,
His Cubs sure got jiggley
Post-Bartman in Wrigley,
Posey’s Granny bid his Reds adieu . . .

Months after our softball season’s through,
Pitcher our team beat still had no clue.
“Schedule and your team suck,
Only beat us by luck!”
“Yeah, we’re lucky we were playing you.”

 



Diversity

by the Village Elliott

Dusty Baker will manage D.C.
Buddy’s tenure with Nats not to be.
Did Nats react to claim
That “Black” in Bud’s last name
Ain’t what league meant by diversity?

 



Don Mattingly

by Stephen Jones

Donnie Baseball is off to Miami–
Sunshine home of the Northeast retiree–
Where he’ll raise Marlins, a la Girardi,
On a budget one-third Dodgers’ salary.

 

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