Jackie Mitchell

by Michael Ceraolo

Only the Babe and Lou and maybe Mr. Engel
know if the two Yankees struck out on purpose;
the only pre-arrangement on my part
was to ask them not to hit it back at me
Growing up, Mr. Vance had taught me
how to throw a drop ball,
so I think the strikeouts were legit
But the Commissioner took no chances:
only a few days after the game he voided my contract,
forcing me thereafter to pitch only in games
outside organized baseball marketed as sideshows,
and I could only take so much of that,
so I retired after a few years

Virne Beatrice “Jackie” Mitchell Gilbert was one of the first female pitchers in professional baseball history. Pitching for the Chattanooga Lookouts Class AA minor league baseball team in an exhibition game against the New York Yankees in 1931, she struck out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig in succession.

As a Fan

by Stephen Jones

As a fan, I used to think:
Baseball was all-embracing,
Had its arms wrapped my psyche,
But now, now I wonder:
Is “moneyball” and greed
Redefining the game?
And what about
Rob Manfred’s about-face as
The god Janus had two faces:
100%, there will be baseball –
And, at the same, no baseball at all?
I don’t want these arms –
Nor the promises – hinged
At shoulders a fan can’t rest on.

 

Charley Radbourn

by Michael Ceraolo

I loved base ball even if it wasn’t respectable,
and after the season I had in ’84
I earned both money and respect
I loved Carrie even though society said
she was a woman who didn’t deserve love:
her first husband, she, and I
all died of the same social disease;
who contracted it first and passed it on
is unknowable now, and doesn’t matter
You love who and what you love,
and I loved and still love
base ball and Carrie, without apology

A Note to Rob Manfred

by Stephen Jones

An assault on summer: a pandemic

Couldn’t scuttle it, but, it seems, bank

Rolls and ledger books could. Now,

It’s up to both sides to save the game.

Manfred, where are you? Players and

Owners – stumbling towards a season

Neither side wants – are not budging.

You alone can be Solomon and decide.