Skenes Zero-hitZ CubZ

by Dr. Rajesh C. Oza

Inning 1: Zero hits off pitching phenom Paul Skenes;
Three Cubs go down swinging.

Inning 2: Praise the name pronounced Skeenz;
Three more Ks: Ka-ching, Ka-ching, Ka-chinging.

Inning 3: He throws the ball 100 miles per hour;
“Only” one strikeout, but Cubs still have no hits.

Inning 4: From where does the kid get that power?
Two more strikeouts; batters flailing like twits.

Inning 5: Pitch after pitch, Skenes dominates;
A walk spoils his bid for perfection.

Inning 6: Comparisons whispered about all-time greats;
Quick-hook manager says, “You’re done, son.”

Innings 7, 8 and 9: Wrigley Field turns bitter;
Pirates fans grumble, “Coulda been a no-hitter!”

Batter Up

by Bart Edelman

It’s not like I fail to read the pitch.
I’m familiar with the entire arsenal
Employed to make me look foolish
When I step up to the plate.
I know the dip of the curve,
The splitter’s relentless movement,
And the four-seam high heater—
Not to mention the change of pace.

Yet whatever it is I do,
I appear totally out of my league,
Unable to adjust to the rhythm,
Mechanics, and flow of the delivery.
Once my weakness is revealed,
I’m soon confined to the bench.
If it weren’t for my defensive skills,
I’d be booted off the team.

I tell myself it’s a long season;
I’m bound to get a hit one day.
The law of averages keeps me toiling
At the stadium long after dark.
Still, I can’t help but think
I’m pretty much dead weight,
Standing in the batter’s box—
I wish I could simply open.

Bart Edelman, former Little League first baseman for Rudy’s Dairy in Teaneck, N.J., is the author of Crossing the Hackensack (Prometheus Press); Under Damaris’ Dress (Lightning Publications); The Alphabet of Love, The Gentle Man, The Last Mojito, and The Geographer’s Wife (all Ren Hen Press); and Whistling to Trick the Wind  and This Body Is Never at Rest: New and Selected Poems 1993 – 2023 (both Meadowlark Press). He now lives in Pasadena, California.

Fish Sale

by James Finn Garner

Fish for sale! Yo, fish for sale!
Marlins produce never goes stale!

A new rebuild set in motion,
A sinking team near the rising ocean.

In the glaring Miami sun
Any squad will come undone.

Don’t fall in love with Luis Arráez.
He’ll disappear before your eyes.

Burger, Bell, and Tanner Scott
Could be gone when summer’s hot,

And things won’t get calm later:
Come fall, bye-bye, Skip Schumaker

Root for the Marlins? Don’t forget:
A time-share is all you’ll ever get.