by Millie Bovich
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.
Box Sore
by Hilary Barta
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!”
Who’s Up Now (For the Yankees)?
by Stephen Jones
In the astronomy of Yankee baseball,
29 players have heard IR’s call –
Star-watchers have seen the holes –
But “next man up” has filled their roles
And has burned as bright,
If not brighter than more-famous light.
But now,
What’s the stellar map-decision
When stars reclaim astral position
(As some grumble “If I had that option…”)
For the run during postseason?
The fact is, the roster’s only 25,
And in postseason, pitchers thrive,
So player space is at a premium
And choosing players will take a medium
Well-versed in ego-physics
And game-by-game analytics.
The question – it begs discussion:
What’s the line-up for postseason?
Cubs Fans Hit Rock Bottom
by Hilary Barta
Our pastime is hitting the skids
Its cast includes beer-sodden ids
At Wrigley, in Chi
This pig, “Mai Tai Guy”
Gets blasted and steals from young kids.
Adult fan yanks away Cubs walk-off home run ball from 2 kids
“Baseball Nation” by Tony Lewis
From Lewis’ album, Heartline, which can be purchased here.