The Hall of Fame’s honor and riches
Ron Santo deserved without pitches.
.      But denied for too long
.      Was the man’s well-earned song
By an old bunch of sons of bitches.

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by Cary Donham

Ron’s a hero to folks diabetic
‘Cause on the field he was super-kinetic
.      Whether diving for balls
.      Or arguing calls
Or clicking his heels so aesthetic

At bat was the great Solomon Mitzvah
A clutch-hitting Jew from South Boston’s Yeshiva Finstah
He smashed the ball hard,
Straight out of the yard
But it bounced back and wounded his kishkah.

In the winter they swarm to Caracas
Where the fans, true to form, shake maracas
.      Down there all the players
.      Don’t wear many layers
As the sun keeps them warm in the tuchas.

This World Series sure done went screwy
with champs being wild card St. Looey
.     Midwest thinks it’s grand
.     but Cubs fans sneer and
collectively catcall, “Ah, Phooey!”

I wish Detroit had gone farther,
not so quickly emptied their larder
.     but I feel I’m in luck
.     to not hear Joe Buck
and double that for Colonel McCarver.

Like Zeus with his shattering bolts
LaRussa’s best batter packs volts
.     Like a powerful god
.     from his towering bod
flows the juice to the bat of Puholz

I’m sure you all know by now that Hilary posts his limericks on monster movies, noir thrillers and comic books every day at LimerWrecks, but I thought I’d remind you all the same.

There once was a Prince from Milwankee
Whose wife gave him no hanky panky
.     I’ll be ready, she said,
.     To take you to bed
When you swing your big bat as a Yankee

Jonathan Eig is the author of Luckiest Man: The Life and Death of Lou Gehrig, Opening Day: The Story of Jackie Robinson’s First Season,  and Get Capone, all now out in paperback.

The third was both end and beginning,
It determined the losing and winning
.     For the Tigers, the plane
.     To the Rangers, champagne
All it took was one Texas-sized inning.

Tonight, if the weather stays dry,
the Tigers will give it a try
.     In duct tape they’re bandaged,
.     yet somehow they’ve managed
to fight to game 6, do or die.

Beltre thought it a routine DP,
As simple as, well, 6 – 4 – 3,
.     But third base interrupted
.     And the Tigers erupted
And are still fighting for the ALC

Driven Hard, Still Eats Up The Road

Son, take a look at this year’s Verlander,
This model’s sure worth a gander.
.     With the mileage he’s racked up
.     He still hasn’t cracked up
And his aim down the road never wanders.