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Screen Testy

by Hilary Barta

On Waveland a pic-screen will top it
The neighbors are sick, but can’t stop it
.      For their sight-line of sport
.      They will fight them in court,
And pray that the Rickett$ will drop it.

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A Right to Sling the Boos?

by Jim Siergey and Hilary Barta

The Cubs fans were feeling quite chilly
They booed Carlos Marmol so shrilly
.      When it’s only a game
.      Throwing stones is a shame
They acted like fans out of Philly

 



Reflection

by Stephen Jones

Come to the stadium!  That’s the cry
by advertisement.  And I wonder Why?
After maybe a spent hundred dollars . . .
I’m screwed by determined commercial posture.

I am naive, I do confess.  Baseball was for me
something special — a pleasure when reality
got too hard (I learned this as a first-borne child)
. . . but now things have grown too wild:

Baseball’s contract figures recently
have been staggering.  So I ask Why
should I pay for something which doesn’t –
as baseball should — provide relief in an instant?

 



Drugs In Baseball

by Stephen Jones

Everybody’s body does break down . . .
that comes with the territory . . . but
PEDs, steroids and HGH taken
in baseball, that’s an ever-long question.

Success, failure, performance on the field,
an athlete’s burden . . . bottom line and future
double-edged: Maintain home plate posture
. . . while avoiding prying exposure.

Fair or foul, the problem is difficult,
maybe like a knuckleball . . . is hard to hit
while easy to see.  Our own expectations
run high, are so demanding.  We expect,

perhaps media-fueled, perhaps more than
what is possible.  Each record immediate . . .
is just another instance, is just another
moment arbitrarily to be broken.

 



Sosa, Bonds, Clemens and Cooperstown

by Stephen Jones

“Ladies and gentlemen, the ballot is . . .”
At Cooperstown it’s Sosa, Bonds, Clemens.
It’s pretty soon time for first-round voting,
but pundits and voters are already griping:
Despite cases dismissed and transcripts
revealed, hearts are already convinced:
“Something” wasn’t and isn’t right.
Pete Rose is probably chuckling,
fuming or both. At least he’s admitting
(somewhat) transgression. The others?

Not a peep.

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