by James Finn Garner
Cleveland rookie Jhonkensy Noel
Might lack books full of potions and spells
But one wave of his wand
When his chances seemed gone
Left the Yanks frozen, speechless, unwell.
Weaver Fever
by James Finn Garner
Luke Weaver
Can be a deceiver
Young, bright, even cleaner
Than Beaver Cleaver
Yet kills with his heater
Like dengue fever
Cincinnati weren’t believers
DFA’d him, pulled the lever
New York thought him keener
Not as a starter, neither
Now the late-game Caesar
Star reliever
Overachiever
From kids to geezers
The Yankeeverse is flying in the ether
Heavy breathers
With Weaver Fever
Fire Cats
by James Finn Garner
Somebody let the Tigers get hot
No one told Houston the plot
AJ Hinch gave his old squad a swat
Somebody let the Tigers get hot
Now Cleveland’s about to get taught
The summer games might come to naught
Somebody let the Tigers get hot
Whatever team comes down the slot
They still lose when they’ve shot their shot
Somebody let the Tigers get hot
Are these rookies aware what they’ve got?
Any need for vets they forgot
Playing with Red Bull, courage and snot
Youthful spirit means quite a lot
Call them “Tigertown Tots”
And they’ll tie your tongue in a knot
What hath the Ilitches wrought?
Somebody let the Tigers get hot.
MLB All-Autumn-Cozy-Like-Martha-Stewart Team
1BÂ Â Canadian Goose Tatum
2BÂ Â Pumpsie Spice Green
SSÂ Â Luke Caramel Appling
3BÂ Â Alex Decorative Gourdon
LFÂ Â Tail Gates Brown
CFÂ Â Walt “Turtleneck” Williams
RF  Félix Pumpkin Pié
CÂ Â Â Moses Fleecewood Walker
LHPÂ Â Cliff Leefpile, Matt S’Moore
RHPÂ Â Boof Bonfire, Aaron Rakers
MGRÂ Â Hot Cyder Young
Nicky and Bryce
By James Finn Garner
With apologies to Robert Frost
Some say the game will end with Nicky,
Some say Bryce.
From what I’ve seen of players gritty
I hold with those who favor Nicky.
But if it had to happen twice,
Say, if the game was going late,
I know that for destruction Bryce
Is also great
And would suffice.