by Stephen Jones
This season, militarily,
When the game is on the line,
The Yankees use artillery
In late innings to win.
This past weekend, it was
Stanton’s Booming Cannon
(With two shots out of Fenway
That almost hit the harvest moon).
This season, militarily,
When the game is on the line,
The Yankees use artillery
In late innings to win.
This past weekend, it was
Stanton’s Booming Cannon
(With two shots out of Fenway
That almost hit the harvest moon).
Go figure this team –
I have no idea, none whatsoever.
One moment,
An evanescent 13 wins in a row;
Then right after
That bubble, losing 10 out of 12.
Tonight,
They pummeled Baltimore,
Which they should …
But hey, didn’t Baltimore
Just beat them 2-out-of-3,
When they shouldn’t?
Go figure.
Where the Yankees will end up,
Is anybody’s guess.
If you’re a Yankees fan, you know:
You have no fingers anymore.
Every game, every ninth inning …
It’s been a steady, three-week diet
Of nonstop nail biting.
And now, after having started
Nine games behind, the Bombers —
Doggedly riding their bus, The Grinder —
Have chased and passed Boston…
There are only 22 games to go.
Assassin-pitcher
Gerrit Cole goes the distance
Astros swung empty
Whatever the Yankees do
These days, it isn’t enough;
Even .500 ball is a challenge.
It’s gotten so bad in the Bronx
That even the ghost of Phil Rizzuto,
Ever aura of the positive,
Is thinking about haunting new digs.