by Michael X. Ferraro
The loose luggage of Jonathan Lucroy
Makes it tough for Brew fans to enjoy
.   This stretch of the season
.   As they squirm with unease ‘n
Wonder why a valise would destroy?
Father Knows Worst
by Hilary Barta
Wrigley’s burning, the stands filled with pickets
Fans are spurning the clan they call Ricketts
.    If their pop’s Super Pac
.    Will not stop the attack
They’re returning their damn season tickets
Hilary Barta likes to stir up trouble at his limerick blog, LimerWrecks.
Drought at the Plate
by Hilary Barta
One hundred and four, nothing yet
One hundred and four, not a threat
All those years, win or lose
Always cheers, never boos
One hundred and four of regret
Hilary Barta was recently interviewed by the Chicago Tribune about the upcoming Roy Lichtenstein exhibition at the Art Institute of Chicago. They didn’t mention his Cub fandom, but it’s obviously there between the lines.
Welcome to the Bush Leagues
by Michael X. Ferraro
With the Washington Nine on the rise
They’re the National League’s big surprise
Cole shoulda thunk twice
Before plunking Bryce
Now the Nats have fire in their eyes
Michael X. Ferraro is a TV writer/producer and author of Numbelievable: The Dramatic Stories Behind the Most Memorable Numbers in Sports History and Tased & Amused: The Shocking Poetic Recap of the 2010 Baseball Season.
Strike Three
by Samantha Sakolari
The batter stepped up to the plate
We were hoping it wasn’t too late
A home run we needed
So we all cheered and pleaded
Would this victory be left up to fate?
The first pitch the ump called a ball
The next pitch was fouled off the wall
The third pitch went high
Fourth prompted a sigh
As strike two was the umpire’s call!
The next pitch was called ball three
Then the crowd shouted with glee
As the last pitch soared far
And hit a parked car
Giving out team the victory!