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It’s Math Time with Joe Buck!

by James Finn Garner

If you want to learn thisĀ game baseball,
Joe Buck is the guy to call.

No matter what your rooting position
He can help you do the addition.

If you yourself couldn’t add the same:
“One homer makes this a five-run game.”

Stumped by three innings times three outs?
“Nine chances left,” the perfesser shouts.

But you might never grasp one call:
Why this putz is employed at all.


Washington’s 7th Inning Stretch (too far)

by Raphael Badagliacca

Here’s what I say
Crime doesn’t always pay
Harper stole a base
and Murphy’s hot bat
All in the same play

Durocher tells this story
How Mays hit a ball
High up off the wall
But stopped at first
And watched the ball fall
So McCovey who hit next
Could hit one over the wall


Raphael Badagliacca is the author of The Yogi Poems and Fathers Day.

Post Buries the Past

By Hilary Barta

Don’t bore us with numbers or stats
Or stories of goats and black cats
Nix chapter and verse
About crap like “the curse”–
Just bring on the Dodgers or Nats.


Blown by the Pen

by the Village Elliott

Cubs 6, Giants 5 — Congratulation, Cubbies!

Top of ninth, stunned fans scream, “Not again!
One more Giants’ lead blown by the pen!”
Crawford’s second wild throw–
Two free runs, fatal blow.
Older fans wish they still had Robb Nen.


Requiescat in Pace, Red Sox

by Stephen Jones

Wha’happened, Red Sox Nation?
Cleveland was more resilient,
That’s what — and even with
A banged-up rotation.

So, no late-inning magic —
No Big Papi and his swinging stick.
In fact, the Boston bats mostly were
A disappearing act.

Funny, how it goes —
how the regular season crescendo
Can go out the postseason window,
When one team’s hot
And the other is not.


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