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A Fan Long Irritated by Self-Proud Prattle

by Alan P. Rudy

McCarver was a Cardinal
We’re taught to believe
He caught Bob Gibson
For his thumb he still grieves

Yet as an announcer
No praise for the Cards, just bashes
By omission or commission
The man’s head’s up his asses.

Alan is a sociology professor at Central Michigan University.



Tastee Freese

by James Finn Garner

The Rangers lay their popguns down
Nolan Ryan sports a frown
The Cardinals new life have found
When Mr. Freese comes to town

The Texas bullpen crashes down
Nelson Cruz fields like a clown
The seat of Mark Lowe’s pants turns brown
When Mr. Freese comes to town

Bud Selig puts away the crown
Ol’ Dallas? One more cowtown
We all get a Game 7 showdown
When Mr. Freese comes to town



Swings the Body Electric (World Series Game 3)

by Hilary Barta

Like Zeus with his shattering bolts
LaRussa’s best batter packs volts
.     Like a powerful god
.     from his towering bod
flows the juice to the bat of Puholz

I’m sure you all know by now that Hilary posts his limericks on monster movies, noir thrillers and comic books every day at LimerWrecks, but I thought I’d remind you all the same.



Milwaukee Fans, With Heads High

By Stuart Shea

It’s been a good year,
And we still have beer.
Prince may be gone,
But our buzz is still on.



Detroit vs Texas, Game 3

by Hilary Barta

Martinez had banged up his frame
And Beltre was dinged, almost lame
.    Two pros that were sore
.    both chose to ignore
the pain for the sake of the game

 The Mo-Men of the Moment

In Detroit there is reason to shout
Their boys this post season are stout
.    They might not be pretty
.    but these Tigers are gritty
They’re poised and they’re toughin’ it out

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