by James Finn Garner
A bevy of young bureaucrats
Believe winning relies strictly on stats
But when numbers belie
What you see with your eyes
You’ll make changes undeniably bats.
The Ghost of Baseball Past
by Hilary Barta
Where Addison Street crosses Clark
Sound echoes in still empty park
By the lake now there’s peace
As the fake soundtracks cease
With an end to pretend crowd noise spark.
Da Boat Uvvem
by Hilary Barta and Jim Siergey
The Cubs and the Sox have both signed
The best baseball men they could find
But hold the applause
They both have their flaws
Though what if the teams were combined?
Tinker to Evers to Choi
by James Finn Garner
These Series foes, by me, are just fine
Though few are the best of all time
Whether Dodger or Ray
I don’t judge their play
Just how easy their names are to rhyme.
An Un-Youth Movement
by James Finn Garner
Can anyone turn back the clock?
Should LaRussa skipper the Sox?
Beyond being Jer’s buddy
The rationale’s muddy
Some mistakes are indelible, like Hawk’s.