by James Finn Garner
Atlanta’s faithful are true believers
But can Snitker depend just on relievers?
Then again, what the heck
It’s all hands on deck
Or the Braves look like underachievers.
Lost and Found on the Mound
by James Finn Garner
Atlanta’s a squadron in need
Of pitching to keep up to speed
But Morton’s cracked limb
Has made prospects dim
And who knows what’s wrong with Max Fried?
I Cannot Tell a Fibula
by James Finn Garner
Atlanta’s mound ace Charlie Morton
Was handling Houston, cutting and sorting
He then broke his leg
But pitched one more set!
Yet here I am, barely surviving the morning.
A Rosario By Any Other Name
by Michael X. Ferraro
Call him Eddie RosariOctober.
Swung his bat ’til the Dodgers were over.
Clerihews, NLCS Game 5
Max Fried
Was in need
Of a tourniquet
Last night, the way he got hit.
AJ Pollock
Gave the pill a wallop
And made Dodgers fans scream
In Chavez Ravine.
Albert Pujols
Didn’t hit it between the poles
But still put on a show
Of knowing what he knows.
Chris Taylor
Like an old-time New England whaler
Salvaged the good ship S.S. Dodger
Sailing under a blue-and-white Jolly Roger.