By Marion Shea-Light
It leaves the bat
and soars
high into the atmosphere.
Cutting through the clouds
it touches the mist,
wetting the ball
with nature’s tears.
The Gamer
by Bob Carlton
cripple
pitch
gut
check
clutch
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Cubs/Yankees Kismet
by Stephen Jones
In 1932
When “The Babe” pointed to a spot
He called “the famous shot”
Or was he saying
“Back at you” pointing
To the pitcher & field
I’m better than you bat & stride”
The Real Reason for Your Slump
by James Finn Garner
Your sluggers are all whiffin’.
Is there anybody to reproach?
Why wait for their resolve t’ stiffen?
Better fire the hitting coach.
Most of the old game’s half-mental
(On Yogi’s turf do I encroach)
Best not get too intellectu’l,
Just fire the hitting coach.
The star himself’s not to blame–
That thought we can barely approach!
The real problem is old what’s-his-name,
Our replaceable hitting coach.
Illegal Pitch
by Barbara Gregorich
Tar, grease, sweat and snot —
clever viscous daubs
skew its dives and dips.
Powerless to determine
its seriously wacko flight,
mighty sluggers whiff.
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Barbara Gregorich is the author of She’s on First, Women at Play, and the recently published mystery, Sound Proof. Her poetry has been published in Barnwood, Blue Collar Review, Prairie Journal, and other magazines.