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Don Zimmer

by Hilary Barta

An ardent and ballsy debater,
At arguing calls none was greater
His jowls had a fit
As he howled and he spit
A gnarly and balding old tater.

 



You Don’t Know Jackson

by James Finn Garner

Edwin Jackson
Might have some action
Left in his fastball, batters fear,

‘Cuz Baltimore signed him
His “best” years behind him
His 12th team in 14 years.

Buck, it’s a mirage–
He can’t hit a garage,
Throws as straight as a cluster of starlings.

Looks like Duquette’s
Willing to forget
His results with the Cubs and the Marlins.

And the Tigers.
And the Padres.
And the Braves.
And the White Sox.
And the Dodgers.
And probably the Pilots.

 



Don’t Need the O-K

By James Finn Garner

Francisco, the K-Rod of lore,
Can’t get batters out like before.
Bought by Detroit for a bag of rocks,
He now harangues reporters to squawk
No coach ever asked about his demotion.
Where did he ever get the mad notion
That, at his current level of play,
Ausmus and Dubee needed his okay?

Whether by smoke signal, carrier pigeon or love letter,
There’s only one message for you, pal: Pitch better.

 



Could Headley Be a Brosius?

by John M.

Could Headley be a Brosius?
Could winter turn to Spring?
Could daffodils be binders
And earn us all a ring?

Could Refsyder be Sojo?
Is Judge another Mick?
Is Aaron just a hiccup
And Tanaka really sick?

Does Cashman like his Lasik?
Does Hal own kinky boots?
As long as we’re in first place,
Are all our questions moot?

 

Originally appeared in the Yankee blog, It is High, It is Far, It is . . . Caught.



Moncada o Nada

by Jim Siergey

Rick Hahn says the White Sox have gotta
Bright star in young Yoan Moncada
He paid with Chris Sale
So prays Yo don’t fail
Or they’ll both be personas non grata.

 

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