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.
Phillie Phavorite
by James Finn Garner
Schwarber smashed one a mile
And made even Phillie fans smile
With a visage like Sluggo
And the clout of a thug, oh,
There’s no one I cheer for like Kyle.
Choppy Seas
by James Finn Garner
The Mariners had the game in the can
Everything according to plan
Bring in Muñoz
And let Sewald close
But then came Hurricane Yordan.
This Year’s Collapse of the Century
by James Finn Garner
The Mighty Mets have been shut down
To the lamentations of Flushing Town
“Check Musgrove’s ears!”
They chanted through tears
While their sorrows in Genny they drowned.
