By Millie Bovich
Here’s a message for baseball’s commish.
Just read this ’cause that is my wish:
Interleague play’s a loss
Are you listening, boss?
Tiger baseball’s my favorite dish.
Let’s make it the way that it was
Just the All-Stars and Series because
We’ll know who’s the best
Let each league pass the test
For the cheers, or the jeers, or guffaws!
by Stephen Jones
A pinstripe dream start
8 home runs in two weeks’ time
Most in MLB
by Hilary Barta
Take me out to the ballgame
(at Mega Predatory Capitalism Corp Park)
Take me out to the crowd
(taking selfies, texting their “friends” and checking email)
Buy me some peanuts and crackerjack
(How much? They’re PEANUTS!)
I don’t care if I never get back
(Actually, I do have to work in the morning)
For it’s root, root, root for the home team
(full of spoiled, right-wing millionaires)
If they don’t win, it’s a shame
(There’s always next year)
So it’s one, two, three strikes you’re out at the old ball game!
(now new and “improved” with replay challenges)
by the Village Elliott
For Daniel Lucius “Doc” Adams (11/1/1814-1/3/1899)
Doc Adams, with newly claimed fame,
Now “The Man” whom historians name–
Not Doubleday, not Wright,
Or Doc’s teammate, Cartwright–
As “The True Godfather of Our Game.”
For more on Adams and his hand in drafting the “Laws of Baseball” as president of the Knickerbocker Base Ball Club, click here.
by Stephen Jones
Empty as an aerosol can.
In baseball, it’s called
Shuttin’ it down.
“Time was, I had a full tank,
And I could drive forever.
Now I’m O-for-infinity
And can’t even get a walk.
Once, I used to clubhouse park
And boast about October.
Now it’s a car called Legacy
In which I’m just a rider.”
Funny, how baseball is
Timeless — and yet we’re all
Mortal in the business.