by James Finn Garner
In honor of the first game at the original Yankee Stadium.
A century ago, in the debuth
Of his eponymous stadium, Ruth
Hit the inaugural tater,
Auguring the later
Parade of glory under that roof.
Old-School Reps
by James Finn Garner
I don’t think the new analytics
Would’ve helped Norm Cash worth a lick
For Killebrew, Mantle,
F. Robby and Randle,
A beer and a cig did the trick.
Enough Already
by James Finn Garner
At least Dusty Baker has his ring
One good end to this World Series thing
As we draw down the curtain
One thing is for certain:
It’s time to start prepping Thanksgiving.
Very Limited Menu
by James Finn Garner
A bad night in the mess for McCullers,
His cooking was nothing like mother’s
Served up five taters
Like an unlucky waiter
While his team swallowed goose eggs and crullers.
Ed. note — Man, I love crullers.
Doing the Wave Just for Warmth
By James Finn Garner
These late Series games can be epic
A good-pitching-beats-good-hitting clinic
But summer can’t last
Other sports get broadcast
They might soon conflict with the Winter Olympics.
