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In the Lick of Time

by James Finn Garner

In LA balls were thrown and bats swung
Even good old Vin Scully seemed young
The game’s great again
So can someone explain
What the hell is the deal with the tongues?

 



Getting His Licks In

by James Finn Garner

Does it matter that
Yasiel Puig licks his bat?
Something, I mean,
Apart from hygiene?
Is it nerves? Is it taste?
An act done in haste?
When speculation’s void,
Ask Sigmund Freud.

 



Rue Confessions

by James Finn Garner

It’s time for apple picking
I need to clean the gutters
Might fix that drawer that’s sticking
Closet mess gives me shudders

Books to read, letters to pen,
Chores too numerous to name
I’d trade all this, plus more again
If I could watch another game.

 



Yu Got What It Takes

By James Finn Garner

A hard-charging slugger is Yu
On a par with Yaz, Kruk or Klu
Driving in runs
By the pound! By the ton!
Though Carl Jr. lent a hand, too.

 



Pen of Bull

by James Finn Garner

Strop, Rondon, Duensing and Edwards
Nothing instigates dread like these words

Edwards, Duensing, Strop and Rondon
Strewing more walks than a team can condone

Rondon, Duensing, Edwards and Strop
Barren of any resilience or hope

Edwards, Strop, Rondon and Duensing
Fill me in later ‘cuz I can’t keep watching

 

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