by Edmund Conti
The Sox are our team, says the Bahd,
Plus the students who haunt Hahvahd Yahd.
Just enjoy if you wish
This great summery dish.
By autumn, you know, we’ll get scrod.
Fanning the Shame
by Hilary Barta
Each year as they’re breaking apart
the Cubs wake an ache in my heart
.   The shame of a fan
.   of a lame also-ran
who’ve raised the mistake to an art
.
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Weather Related?
by Hilary Barta
In the stands the fans stick to their seats,
watching batter turn red as a beet.
.    Jersey clinging, he schvitzes
.    He swings and he misses
The pitcher is bringing the heat.
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The House That Ruth Ate
by Hilary Barta
To the bleachers a finger was pointed
With a homer the Babe was anointed
.   The fat patron saint
.   of a lack of restraint
His appetite came double-jointed.
.
A Whimper, Not a Bang
by Hilary Barta
The Cubs and the Sox have done battle
The fans cheered their ‘siders like cattle
.    But the final at bat
.    Felt tiny and flat,
As A.J. gave up the death rattle
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