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by Celeste Johnson

Swinging strike three against the Enemy in Blue
The Beloved Slight One finds himself amid Giants.
Standing above King Carl with only
The Christian Gentleman, The Dominican Dandy
And Rusie of Ancient Name as company.
All hallowed in the Hall. In this, at least, he stands among.
The Slight Beloved names this a “Good day for the Giants”
And a good day for him, Apologetic Pride
On display from one who need never apologize
For brilliance.



M.V.P. Picks

by the Village Elliott

I remember hearing from my buddy, Nick:
“Both these guys well worth first-round pick;
One hits dingers, one threes,
Both will be M.V.P.s;
Pick both Buster and Steph Curry quick.”

 

 



What To Do, Brew Crew?

By Stuart Shea

The team wasn’t good
Before Lucroy went down.
Then they fired the skipper
In hopes of a rebound.
But it’s all in vain,
It’s rebuild time again,
Let’s burn the whole thing to the ground.

Trade Garza, Segura,
Ramirez, and Lind,
And think about Braun,
If a deal’s in the wind.
But just don’t deal Scooter,
There ain’t no one cuter,
And as far as we know, he ain’t sinned.

 



“Stop Your Cubbing”

by Alan P. Rudy

(or A Ballad of Faux-Bravado)
With Apologies to Ray Davies, and to Chrissy Hinde

It is time for you to stop all of your Cubbing
Yes, it’s time for you to stop all of your Cubbing, oh oh oh
There’s one thing you gotta do
To make wins still come true
Gotta stop Cubbing now
Yeah, yeah, stop it, stop it

It is time for Carpenter, instead of Castro,
Yes, it’s time for Molina, and not Castillo, oh oh oh
There’s one thing you gotta do
To make wins still come true
Gotta stop Cubbing now
Yeah, yeah, stop it, stop it

Each tear that falls because of Jackson,
Ross, Lake, or Strop
And leftovers like Phil Coke…
It’s ‘cuz your Cubbing!

It is time for Lynn and Wacha, instead of Lester
Yes, it’s time for even Kozma, not Herrera, oh oh oh
There’s one thing you gotta do
To make wins still come true
Gotta stop Cubbing now
Yeah, yeah, stop it, stop it

There’s one thing you gotta do,
Trade us Bryant, and Soler, too
And there’s one thing you gotta know
We’re nervous, don’t you know
Gotta love the Cards
Yeah, yeah, start it, start it

 



The Cubs Are Full of Bullpen

By Stuart Shea

Things don’t go better with Coke,
And Jackson will constantly choke.
Rosscup’s got a leak,
Schlitter’s a freak,
And James Russell’s sort of a joke.

 

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