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It’s Still Early … in the Century

by James Finn Garner

The Cubs were the favorite this year
But their flubs have the faithful in tears
Whether it’s hitting or fielding
Or oppo hits yielding,
The W’s scant waving ‘round here.

 



Reasons to Snub the White House, Part 36

by James Finn Garner

“I’d rather go look at dinosaurs,”
Said Carl Edwards, Jr., today,
“The kind with frightening jaws
And claws to capture their prey.

“Who lusted for brainless rampage
And death and destruction to spread.
Unlike the cruel monsters of our age,
The ones in the museum are dead.”

 



Don Zimmer

by Hilary Barta

An ardent and ballsy debater,
At arguing calls none was greater
His jowls had a fit
As he howled and he spit
A gnarly and balding old tater.

 



$200 Dollars Gets You …

by Stephen Jones

An ivy leaf from Wrigley Field

It must be like a fine wine,
vintage 2016

And that doesn’t include S&H,
which is $15 per leaf And
there’s a limit: 10 leaves/customer

Why so few–
is there a shortage?
Or is it concern–
that too many leaves
makes a bouquet?

Nonetheless, it is a leaf

and not some dirt,
like the Yankees sold one time
That’s right–it was dirt,
just plain dirt

At least the leaf grew–and
flourished–just like the team.

 



You Don’t Know Jackson

by James Finn Garner

Edwin Jackson
Might have some action
Left in his fastball, batters fear,

‘Cuz Baltimore signed him
His “best” years behind him
His 12th team in 14 years.

Buck, it’s a mirage–
He can’t hit a garage,
Throws as straight as a cluster of starlings.

Looks like Duquette’s
Willing to forget
His results with the Cubs and the Marlins.

And the Tigers.
And the Padres.
And the Braves.
And the White Sox.
And the Dodgers.
And probably the Pilots.

 

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