by Millie Bovich
Joc Pederson, when he’s on deck
Sports his pearls, but what the heck
It’s not of pearly whites I speak
Catch a game, just take a peek
A pearly string around his neck!
Boston Massacre
Sure, Diaz was blind as a bat
Both teams benefited from that
But knock your guys in
Or you won’t get the win
“Men stranded”, the most meaningful stat.
The End Putrefies the Means
by James Finn Garner
Max Scherzer had Flores’ number
Had always buzz-sawed his lumber
Then the ump blew the call
Not a checked swing at all
And gave a classic the whiff of a dumpster.
Blackout Magic
by James Finn Garner
A grey-haired old gent with a cane
Wove a curse for White Sox’s gain
“I’m no magical force,
Just a fan.” Of course,
That’s just how a mage would explain.
Meet ‘Cane Guy,’ The Unlikely Sorcerer Who Helped Save The White Sox
Bay Hey!
by Michael X. Ferraro
Logan Webb fumbled once with his hand
Yet the rest of his night was outstand.
Buster barrelled Bueller
Kapler’s crew was cooler
and the Dodgers got straight up San Franned.
Michael X. Ferraro is the author of CIRCUS CATCH and TASED & AMUSED: The Shocking Poetic Recap of the 2010 MLB Season.