Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
On a beautiful weekend in fall
As everyone broke out their sweaters
And watched colored leaves in thrall
Of the passage of time and the weather
A few teams still played baseball
Underdogs showed up and played better
The Braves, Bums and Mets hit the wall
While the Pods and Phils raced for the cheddar.
Get set for the stories that bawl
About TV ratings — “could be better!”
Ignore this predictable squall
And enjoy the seasonal splendor.
Now that the Wild Card
Smoke has cleared
And my team has just lost,
There’s one that I’ve learned,
Something in my brain
Like a Pythagorean theorem:
“In the postseason war
There is a reason for
Pitching, pitching, pitching.
No matter how gaudy
Your at-bats have become,
There is a reason
You’ll always be undone:
Pitching, pitching, pitching.”
The Mighty Mets have been shut down
To the lamentations of Flushing Town
“Check Musgrove’s ears!”
They chanted through tears
While their sorrows in Genny they drowned.
As journos daydream in their queries
On the chance of a Subway Series,
The Metros and Yanks
Wheeze, rattle and clank
And look set to commit hara-kiri.
Nothing makes Mets fans happy as
A bullpen call for Edwin DÃaz
The stadium pumps it
For that imperial trumpet
And what matador swagger he has.
Sound ‘em! 🎺 @TimmyTrumpet | @SugarDiaz39 pic.twitter.com/NEqEztrzn2
— New York Mets (@Mets) September 1, 2022