by James Finn Garner
It won’t be for his arm or savvy
Or the hits he gave up left and right.
What we’ll remember ’bout Geremi Gonzales
Is the way he would light up the night.
Posted in memory 7/21/08Â
by James Finn Garner
It won’t be for his arm or savvy
Or the hits he gave up left and right.
What we’ll remember ’bout Geremi Gonzales
Is the way he would light up the night.
Posted in memory 7/21/08Â
Unfortunately
The Indians see
Their destiny.
And obviously
It’s going to be
A white-flag party.
Apparently
They drink C.C.
in Milwaukee.
Posted 7/8/08Â
By Stuart Shea
I.
J.P. Ricciardi, Toronto’s pencil-pushing party,
has a big, big, big, big, mouth.
Adam Dunn’s a hitter (tho J.P. sez he’s a quitter)
And he’s happy hacking homers in the south.
When Ricciardi, on the radio, dissed Dunn to Blue Jay nation,
It came without a thorough explanation.
Canadian guys, from B.C. to P.E.I,
Said, “J.P. must have skipped his medication!”
II.
Now J.P. says the two have talked it all over–
But Dunn says it just isn’t so.
The Jays fired their skipper, but look out, J. The Ripper–
You might be the next one to go.
Posted 6/30/08Â
By Stuart Shea
Winter 2007-08
Contention required,
A pennant desired.
Santana, admired,
For a fortune is hired.
Spring 2007-08
The team, uninspired,
At .500 is mired.
Carlos Beltran is tired,
But the sports talk hosts wired.
June 17
Willie Randolph is fired.
Posted 6/17/08
By Stuart Shea
One little piece of skin,
The size of a child’s little finger,
Can bring a big man down.
The pain will linger
for David Ortiz,
For at least three weeks.
He’s in a cast…geez.
Like a mouse to an elephant,
A torn tendon sheath
Doesn’t sound significant
But to a guy
Who depends on his wrists
It’s a poke in the eye
And a full-arm cast
And a lot of sitting.
How long the pain will last
Is not clear…
But it could go all year.
Posted 6/10/08