by Stephen Jones
Today’s Boston papers proclaim to millions
“We Are The World – We Are The Champions”
While outside sources observe distantly
“Beards Beat Birds In World Series Finale”.
What impressed me, despite Big Papi’s MVP,
Was Boston’s locked-in baseball mentality. The
Beer and chicken wings, and Valentine, were over,
Replaced now by focused Red Sox team fervor.
Pundits say it is money which holds the day
(After all, many teams are built by green sway).
I wonder: Yes, many teams don’t lack for salary, but
Their locker rooms aren’t built by such currency.
by Michael X. Ferraro
The base-paths at Busch are no place to be
if you want your game to end normally.
Boston and St. Louis learned the hard way
how dreams turn to chalk dust, on the last play.
Game 3’s conclusion was one for the books,
as Craig was obstructed by Middlebrooks.
That put the Redbirds in the driver’s seat,
‘Til Kolten got (picked) off, on the Wong feet.
Michael X. Ferraro is a screenwriter in Hollywoodland and author of the book Tazed and Amused: The Shocking Poetic Recap of the 2010 Baseball Season.
by James Finn Garner
Couldn’t hit his shoe
On the floor,
Then he walks in four.
Could’ve pitched all night,
But maybe one less toss
To David Ross.
Was no pitch molestor.
He could’ve saved himself the walk
Up to the chalk.
But Jacoby Ellsbury
Didn’t look like he had a worry
In the world,
Then a flare unfurled.
by Stephen Jones
Maybe it’s too soon to comment . . .
But am I seeing baseball – while entertainment –
Not being played at the highest level meant?
What it might be, I am thinking,
Seems more like two boxers, each hoping
For the other’s over-a-rule stumbling
Or for a pick-off miscalculating.
Each mistake, it seems, wins a round.
The last man standing will hold the ground
In this series of fluke and luck.
by Hilary Barta
When you’re brought in, it’s strictly for pace
Your one thought is be quick, win the race
But, whatever you do,
With two outs, down by two,
Don’t get caught — don’t get picked off the base.