by James Finn Garner
Nelson Arraez takes the batting crown
But at .316 it’s historically down
So let’s ban the shift
To give the numbers a lift
And a pitch clock so batters aren’t clowned.
The Days Grow Shorter
by James Finn Garner
So now we begin Season 2
Prepare for the Fox Sports retinue
With ignorant journos
And Taco Bell promos
We know summer’s pleasures are through.
Yankees 8, Blue Jays 3: Aaron Judge’s 61st
by Stephen Jones
I count 61 home runs…
The number seems unfathomable…
And each one is unique, the way it
Travels like a laser or a moonshot,
And, for a moment, fills imagination
So completely that I never want the
Ball or player to touch the ground.
Yankees 5, Blue Jays 2
by Stephen Jones
Despite four walks for Aaron Judge —
Even Toronto fans murmured disapproval;
They too wanted to see history made —
The Yankees still clinched the division.
Maybe now, with all that behind him,
Judge can now hit his 61.
September Baseball
By Stuart Shea
There is no clock.
The games could last forever,
Even as September suns sink sooner every day.
This is suspended-animation baseball time.
If a team is 30 out, and nobody watches,
Did the game even happen?
Maybe only in your mind,
But this is the best place for a baseball game anyway.
Cups of coffee and last gasps,
Careers come and go in a flash,
Before the eyes of the true devotees,
Miles from a pennant race.
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Originally posted 9/28/2009