by Gary Gillette
Fightin’ Phils busted.
Space Cowboys’ Orange becomes
Twenty-two’s New Green.
Fightin’ Phils busted.
Space Cowboys’ Orange becomes
Twenty-two’s New Green.
At least Dusty Baker has his ring
One good end to this World Series thing
As we draw down the curtain
One thing is for certain:
It’s time to start prepping Thanksgiving.
Dombrowski’s dodos
Still hope for miracles. True
Philly fanatics
Phillies bearded boy
Scruffy Brandon Marsh should play
For House of David
Justice Alito
Devoted Phillies fan and
Fascists’ champion
Phillies crap out. Yo,
Adrian! Sly Rocky weeps
Many bitter tears
A bad night in the mess for McCullers,
His cooking was nothing like mother’s
Served up five taters
Like an unlucky waiter
While his team swallowed goose eggs and crullers.
Ed. note — Man, I love crullers.
The season is done, the jocks are stored
Only two teams are left on the board
Let’s pause now, while for Friday we wait,
And salute the retirements of a few greats.
Pujols hit his 700th for the Cards
And now will have time to work on his yard.
Bosox and Cubs champ Jon Lester
Now is an official hammock tester.
Music lover Kurt Suzuki
Can learn the banjo or bouzouki
After the majors, Ádrian González played on
But after this year, A-Gon done gone.
Melky Cabrera, the man and the myth,
Will star in community theater: “The Melkman Cometh.”
And if anyone’s looking for J.A. Happ,
He’s out on the patio, taking a nap.