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The Roger Clemens Trial, So Far

by Stephen Jones

5 weeks & 3 dismissed jurors later

(jurors having fallen asleep
during counsel’s endless
seemingly pointless examination
& then by law let go)

this trial has exceeded boredom
is now treading in dysfunctional limbo
& has left a bitter taste:

day-by-day less truth is being
oberved/served & one could wish
somebody would call off the whole
thing on account “of legal rain”

 



Cub Fans Bid Kid K Adieu

by James Finn Garner

It’s not 14 years.
Really?
Since Kid K choked the Stros?
Ah, but what’s 14 years anyway,
In a Cub fan’s memory?

A short trip to the DL
And he’d be back again
Better than ever
Ready to win
Again, again, again . . .

Then one last, sweet K
On three straight pitches
And a hug from his Justin on the dugout steps

A kid for all time
Youth ready, on tap
Hope in pinstripes

I was always a Cub, I’ve always been a Cub, and I’ll always continue to be a Cub.

What’s 14 years anyway,
In a Cub fan’s memory?



Roger Clemens

by Stephen Jones

Permissible or not
There seems to be a drought
Of honesty afoot

Pitching maybe-perjury
Clemens seems for once
To be outta his league

His domineering stance
On the mound not found
Now drugs/performance

An arguance
More finger pointing it seems
As ugly truths are exhumed



Say “Hi” To Gary Carter

by Stephen Jones

Say “Hi” to “The Kid”

who never missed a beat/bat
of enthusiasm & protocol

even when his locker room
teammates were elsewhere

who believed baseball is a game
not of dollars & nonsense

who never cursed ‘cept once
in Game 6 the ’86 World Series

when on first base he swore
“I will not lose this damn game”

heart owning the whole thing
& who maintained a standard

beyond “behind home plate”
& something we could all learn from

 



Red Sox Furor Over Bobby Valentine Candor

by Stephen Jones

How thin-skinned Red Sox players
Seemingly are off-stage
Dramatically running to defend
“Slighted” comrade Youkilis

It seems nothing in Boston functions
Without turmoil
And there’s no such thing as “just a blip”
On Boston’s radar

So what’s next in Bean . . . no
“Diva” Town?
Saddle up City of Boston
For a bumpy summer stage

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Copyright 2007 Bardball.