by Doug Fahrendorff
In Milwaukee
A year ago
Late inning leads
Meant Brewer victories
Ax and K-Rod
Were automatic
This season
Bullpen in disarray
No lead safe
Frustrated fans wonder
What happened
To yesterdays heroes
Homer Most Foul (Deep Thoughts with Carlos Gomez)
by Michael X. Ferraro
I lead off the game with a blast to the stands.
Easing into a trot, I’m clapping my hands.
The headlines will read “A Tone-Setting Hero”!
But … hey, why’s the scoreboard still stuck on zero?
Brewers Sweep Dodgers
by Tom Martin (@brew_haiku)
Game 48. #Brewers 3 #Dodgers 2
Battered team comes through
Ramirez provides the pop
Axford save streak on
49. #Brewers 2 #Dodgers 1
Michael Fiers the man!
First big-league start a winner
pitches seven strong
50. #Brewers 6 #Dodgers 3
Surprising winners
three straight versus league’s best team
rag-tag team comes through
51. #Brewers 6 #Dodgers 2
4 game sweep complete
Crew has newfound momentum
That’s why we play ’em
Tom Martin writes haiku for every single Brewer game. Follow him on Twitter @brew_haiku.
Satchel Rage
by Michael X. Ferraro
The loose luggage of Jonathan Lucroy
Makes it tough for Brew fans to enjoy
. This stretch of the season
. As they squirm with unease ‘n
Wonder why a valise would destroy?
The Ballad of Scott Podsednik (Sung to “I’m Movin’ On”)
By Joyce Heiser
Came out of high school, stayed in Texas awhile
Seems he just couldn’t make it all seem worthwhile
He’s movin’ on. He’s movin’ on.
Rangers said “So long son, go enjoy the sun”
He’s Marlin gone.
Minor leagues kept trading, kept cutting him loose
Never was the engine, just a little caboose
Seven years rolled on, they just moved on.
Finally majored a run in 2000 and 1
Would they keep him on?
Another year came and another deal too,
Milwaukee got him in 2002,
He still moved on, he was there and gone.
Led the league in base steals, tried to keep it real,
But they moved him on.
Chicago was home for a few good years
Got a World Series ring, a girl with bunny ears,
He’s carryin’ on, maybe he’ll stay on.
But another year came, and another ball game,
He packed and was gone.
Up in the mountains, till 2009,
Back to bat that year in the White Sox line,
Another movin’ on, another hometown gone.
Even though he had fans, Chicago had other plans
And they let him move on.
One year with the Royals, still stealing some base,
Let him go to the Dodgers, problems slowing his pace.
Trouble movin’ on, released and on his own.
Try up North, play the West, half-a-year at best
So he’s movin’ on.
Finally landed in Philly, more like Lackawanna
Scranton doesn’t really sound like baseball nirvana.
Will he be movin’ on? Sing that travelin’ song?
Thirteen teams, eighteen years, Hard to change your gears
And keep movin’ on.