Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
This is the saga of Battlin’ Mike Barrett,
A tiger of a man with fists of ore.
He’d raise his dukes and take on all comers,
Regardless the color of jersey they wore.
His mighty hands landed many a blow.
He never backed down from a brawl.
But such hardened paws don’t do you much good
When your job’s to be fielding the ball.
Posted 6/14/07.
by James Finn Garner
I called it years ago.
What I called is
that you’re going to see
more
black faces, but there ain’t no English
going to be
coming out. …
[It’s about]
being able to tell
[Latin players]
what to do —
being able to
control
them.
You might get a guy to do it that way
for a while
because he wants to benefit,
but in the end, he is going to go back
to being
who he is.
And that’s
a person that
you’re going to talk to
with respect,
you’re going to talk to
like a man.
These are the things my race demands.
So, if you’re equally good as this Latin player,
guess who’s going to get sent home?
I know a lot of players
that are home now
can outplay
a lot of these guys.
From an interview in GQ Magazine, June 2007
By Stu Shea
The Red Sox game was thrilling,
A feast of pitching filling,
But the A’s hit lots of balls quite hard off Curt.
Some big plays saved his bacon,
And the plans that he was makin’
Fell to pieces as he got his just dessert.
Shannon Stewart foiled the no-no,
But Curt Schilling still won 1-0,
So he has to feel okay despite the shock.
And while he may feel abashed,
With his hist’ry-making dashed,
At least he didn’t bleed right through his sock.
In reference to Curt Schilling’s June 7 one-hitter.
By Stu Shea
Punch your catcher out.
Tell the press you’re his best bud.
Rinse and then repeat.
by Doug White
Took the best chemicals that man could make
Because a prized record he wanted to break,
But too many injections
Led to so much rejection,
And thus Barry’s been labeled a fake