by Hilary Barta
A field and a bat and a ball
A love of the game, and that’s all
No need for a crowd
(Aren’t even allowed)
To cheer or to boo ev’ry call.
A field and a bat and a ball
A love of the game, and that’s all
No need for a crowd
(Aren’t even allowed)
To cheer or to boo ev’ry call.
1B Johnny Hopp
2B “Gin” Rickie Weeks
SS Bobby Wine
3B Bill Stein
LF Hank “Whiskey” Sauer
CF Jigger Statz
RF Gene Rye
C Darrell Porter
PH Nick Martini
P Clarence Beers
P Eric Stout
P Tim Belcher
P George Burpo
MGR Burt Shotton
A Bardball exclusive, originally created by Stuart Shea
ORIOLES
Reduce reuse rebuild
If prospects were wishes
They’d have a parade
RED SOX
Get us a ring, Chaim
Also below the tax cap
Beat the Yanks too, ‘kay?
YANKEES
Last year’s injured list
Now a memory–Ooops!
Judge sidelined again.
RAYS
D’Arnaud, Garcia
Are off to greener pastures
They still grow talent.
BLUE JAYS
Twenty-one hurlers
Keep switching battery out
Of blue muscle car.
With two losses, the Nats appeared dead.
At least that’s what everyone said.
They revived in a twink
Baseball’s god gave a wink
The Nats soundly put Houston to bed.
The President stood in his box,
Was booed like a virulent pox.
He thought, “This is weird…
I ought to be cheered.
The game’s being broadcast on Fox!”