A World Series Poem
by Stephen Jones
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Eight . . . four . . . two
now the World Series venue
bat and ball ball and bat
pitchers arms curved awkward
that
their pitches skew batters
drive them crazy inside out
then
the lazy curve the sudden hit
between two players
now
the breath exhales
the game is on
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Posted 10/26/2009
Sara Paretsky Reads Tribute to Mark Fidrych
Thank you, Sara, for the favor.
Sara’s newest novel, Hardball, stars her well-known detective V.I. Warshawski and will hit bookstores on Sept. 22. You can order your copy here.
Posted 9/11/2009
Yankees: Minnesota, May You Always Play Against Us
by Hart Seely
Justin Morneau, Denard Span,
Each of them, a special man.
Jason Kubel, Jason Pride,
Promising a pleasant ride.
Michael Cuddyer, Joe Mauer,
Every game, a happy hour.
Carlos Gomez, Jesse Crain,
I would play them all again!
R.A. Dickey, old Joe Crede,
Yielding to us, if we’re needy.
Minnesota! Humphrey Dome!
‘Neath thy roof, we feel at home.
Published 7/10/09
Hart Seely is the author of Mother Goose Goes to Washington, as well as Oh Holy Cow: The Selected Verse of Phil Rizzuto, newly released in a 15th-anniversary edition. He often hangs around the Yankee website, It is High, It is Far, It is….caught, offering tasteful and constructive comments to management and players alike.
