Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
At last,
My Cubs have come along
Your losing days are over and
Winning’s like a song…
Oh yeah…
At last,
The wind is blowing out,
.500’s in your tail lights.
Last night when I looked at you.
I had a dream that has to come true
A dream that has you wearing rings
I had a dream you won the series
A thrill that I had never, ever known!
You won…you won,
And now the spell is cast
And here you are in Cub heaven
For you have made it
At last.
I wish the Cubs had
Ichiro Starting in Right
Instead of Jacques Jones.
The Wooden Elbow
Continues to be creaky–
For godsakes, just pitch!
Documentary
About Barry Bonds’ Seventy-Third:
LitigationBall.
Posted 6/15/07
This is the saga of Battlin’ Mike Barrett,
A tiger of a man with fists of ore.
He’d raise his dukes and take on all comers,
Regardless the color of jersey they wore.
His mighty hands landed many a blow.
He never backed down from a brawl.
But such hardened paws don’t do you much good
When your job’s to be fielding the ball.
Posted 6/14/07.
by John G. Johnson
Verlander
Twenty-seven
Dropped
Posted the day after Justin Verlander’s no-hitter against the Brewers, 6/13/07
By Stu Shea
Punch your catcher out.
Tell the press you’re his best bud.
Rinse and then repeat.