More Unwritten Rules of Baseball

By James Finn Garner and Jim Siergey

•    Don’t talk to a pitcher who’s throwing a no-hitter or perfect game.
•    Never slap the ball out of a fielder’s glove or distract him from catching a pop-up.
•   Don’t swing at the first pitch if the last two hitters hit home runs.
•   Never try to break up a no-hitter by releasing feral pigs onto the field.
•   After a home run, a batter should not flip, burn, bury, lick or sing a love song to his bat.
•   After making an out to end an inning, the batter should not run over the pitcher’s Mounds bar.
•   After hitting a home run, a batter should not drop trou and shit on the pitcher’s mound. The mound is considered the pitcher’s exclusive “territory,” and only he is allowed to shit there.
•   A pitcher should not throw at a batter’s children.
•   On a 3-0 pitch, a batter should not break out his iPhone to check texts or post on Instagram.
•   Infielders should not write love letters in the dirt.
•   A catcher should not rip a piece of fabric when a batter swings to make him think he has split his pants.
•   When a pitcher has a no-hitter going, everyone in the dugout should use exaggerated mime actions (e.g., pulling an invisible rope) to communicate.
•   Whether pets or no, hybrid wolves are not allowed in the bullpen.
•   Outfielders are not allowed to use dune buggies to field their positions.
•   Batters are not allowed to bunt if they make more than $13 million that season.
•   Extension grabbers hidden in outfielders’ gloves are strictly taboo.
•   “Cumbly mumbly jumbly fumbly / Gimby gumby foo foo!” (sic)
•   First basemen should not discuss existentialism with baserunners.
•   Catchers are not allowed to give fake haircuts to batters.
•   If a rhinoceros enters the field, play is suspended until the head umpire finishes reading aloud from Ionesco.

Reprinted from the nation’s best humor magazine, The American Bystander, issue #25.

A’s to Las Vegas!

Old bay city with a baseball team
Once the home of Moneyball
Playing in what looks like an airplane hangar
Or Appalachian shopping mall

But the owner doesn’t think he’s milking enough
Fields a team full of losers and scrubs
And dares the local fans if they’ve had enough

A’s to Las Vegas! A’s to Las Vegas!

Old city sort of offered a deal
But Vegas had a lot more flash
Fisher didn’t get as rich as he is
By expending his own cash

East Bay lore disappears in smoke
Swingin’ A’s, Bash Brothers tossed in a poke
Nevada taxpayers, get ready to choke…

A’s to Las Vegas! A’s to Las Vegas!

Sin City got them legal hookers,
All-day casinos and sports book bookers,
Booze, coke, poppers and meth,
Donny Osmond, Penn & Teller,
And machine gun rental…
Sitting at a ballgame?
They might as well check if you’re dead!

So money talks and bullshit walks
An old credo, tried and true,
Leverage turns soon into blackmail
While the regular guys get screwed

Get ready for baseball the Vegas way
The rock-hard infield is ready to play
And more empty seating than Tampa Bay

A’s to Las Vegas! A’s to Las Vegas!
A’s to … A’s to …
Las Vegas!

MLB All-Posterior Team

1B   Jim Bottomley
2B   Wally Backman
SS   Tommy Butts
3B   Josh Booty

LF   Heinie Manush
CF   Chris Duffy
RF   Phil Reardon

C   Harry Cheek

LHP   Paul Assenmacher
RHP   José Butto, Duff Brumley, Matt Duff

MGR   Heinie Groh