by Joshua Roth
Terry Collins, manager of scorn,
was praying for Sandy to sign Michael Bourn.
Sandy got no money
from Uncle Fred,
Now, the 2013 season
is all but dead.
by Michael X. Ferraro
Baseball in August creates many jobs
for travel agents and typesetting slobs.
Rehab assignments, Triple A spot starts,
Pennant aspirants shopping for spare parts.
Roster gods move in mysterious ways–
David DeJesus, three teams in five days?
Colin Cowgill’s grin, Billy Buckner’s frown.
Holy Toledo, Phil Coke’s been sent down!
Some guys can’t clear waivers; others released,
Plus one salary dump in the NL East.
(The Mets helped Pittsburgh in a deal most absurd—
Just tossed them a Buck and flipped them a Byrd.)
Eduardo Sanchez, gone from the big club.
But Ma Arrieta, Jake’s now a Cub!
Brad Boxberger sighs, packs for the bushes.
John Axford heads where the playoff push is.
Contenders reload, pretenders cut bait.
Hey Tuffy Goseswisch, Reno’s your fate.
Jose Constanza the Braves did recall,
with hopes that he’ll help them deep into Fall.
Philly’s less Savery—no Joe in the bigs;
Report sir, at once, to the Iron Pigs.
Ross Wolf’s been optioned to Round Rock Express,
while the Dodgers scooped up Edinson Volquez.
One-line transactions, a queer kind of fame.
Vic Black, you’ve become “Player To Be Named.”
Xavier Avery’s now a Rainier,
maybe Seattle, he’ll see you next year?
Michael X. Ferraro is a writer/producer/lyricist who scans the fine print daily to make sure he hasn’t been outrighted to Lehigh Valley.
by D. Bruce Brown
Is Haiku foolish?
For the national pastime?
Heavens, I hope not.
Nice guys finish last
Crabby managers do win
They still need pitching
Is money the key?
It can bring in the big names
No, it’s the scouting
Thin air skews his stats.
Is Todd a Hall of Famer?
No, probably not
We won it all twice…
With an absence of offense
Only even years
A beautiful park
The only Hall of Famer
Is up in the booth
Fourteen in a row
Is not so impossible
It might start this year
First picks starting games
Davey says this is his last
A doormat no more
A team on the rise
They are not now any more
We all miss Harry
A small pantheon
But will be growing soon now
Matt Harvey’s a star
Was ever team
More worthy than its owner
To be in the Bigs?
The league’s best record
They have birds on their jerseys
We all will miss Stan
A great tradition
Lives on in the memory of fans
Maybe the year’s here!
Phillips is wondrous
The rest are outstanding too
It’s Dusty’s last year
The city’s windy
Is anything more constant
Than fans’ apathy?
Segura is great
John Axford is clean shaven
Nicest fans ever
D. Bruce Brown has posted daily trivia questions for Horsehide Trivia since 1997. He is also the president of the Bob Davids chapter of SABR.
by James Finn Garner
Was expecting a big night
On his home field
With the rest of the Mets concealed.
Not too long ago
Was the picture of Yankee youth.
Now even he is long in the tooth.
If he were a flavor of gelado,
Would be, I’d bet,
Orioles black-and-orange sherbet.
On the days the smelt ran
Would’ve rather been at the lake fishing
Than at the plate swishing.
Is young, hearty and hale.
It’s the White Sox’s bats
That cripple his stats.
by Stephen Jones
The bells are ringing for inter-league play -
A diet staple, just like a holiday.
What was once a summer oddity
Is now regular baseball commodity,
Some match-ups enhance old rivalries -
Like Mets/Yankees, a subway series.
Others are fuel for the ongoing fire -
To DH or not? That argument doesn’t tire.
To Judy and Der Bingle – my apologies.
Baseball is fathomless, with twisting eddies.
It continues, Zeus-like, with cosmic mystery
Ordaining: The AL keeps its singularity.