by Hilary Barta
Chicago’s postseason was brief
As fans we’re supposed to feel grief
In a season so weird
Such unease, the worst feared
What I’m feeling is more like relief.
Playoff-ful
by Hilary Barta
Cubs batters did not get it done
They ended up scoring one run
Deny or admit it
They just couldn’t hit it
And the post-postseason’s no fun.
Hotsie Tatis
by James Finn Garner
In San Diego, one takes one’s ease
Climate, hot bods, and sea breeze
There’s just one commotion
Locals await with devotion:
That earthquake, Fernando Tatís.
And She Has Season Tickets
by James Finn Garner
One evening on 35th Street
A cardboard fan I happened to meet
She thought me conventional
Her? Two-dimensional
We plan to get married next week.
Sox Win! No Joshin’!
by James Finn Garner
Had Donaldson not lost his cool
Kicking dirt like an absolute tool
He’d be there to toss
Abreu out for a loss–
Instead Sox grab the playoff spot jewel.
