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He throws a pitch and batters hide in fright

by EvilBanner

Enjoyment for the readers of Good Phight,
The trade we made for Mr. Halladay;
He throws a pitch and batters hide in fright.

His perfect game–the manliest, alright.
He’ll lift some weights and then go out and play!
Enjoyment for the readers of Good Phight.

We thought that trading Lee was not too bright.
We thought we’d lose, and surely rue the day.
He throws a pitch and batters hide in fright.

The big righthander’s murder in the night.
He tortures batters, grabs their flesh to flay.
Enjoyment for the readers of Good Phight!

His cutter rapes the batters of their sight,
They flail about and stammer from dismay.
He throws a pitch and batters hide in fright.

And Uncle Charlie, blessed with manful might
To pitch him on short rest is wise, I say.
Enjoyment for the readers of Good Phight.
He throws a pitch and batters hide in fright

Posted on 10/7/10 on the Phillies blog, The Good Phight, which has been a source for some great fan poetry of late.

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Somewhere Along K-Long’s Way

by David Bellel

Curtis Granderson joins the chorus:

I used to whiff a slew
Whenever lefties threw
Yank hearts were not carefree and gay
How could I know I’d find you
Somewhere along k-long’s way

The pitchers I used to know
Would always smile “Hello”
No sure out like my out, they’d say
Then love re-gripped my fingers
Somewhere along k-long’s way

I should forget
But with the nightmares of hit-less nights I see scary things
You’re gone and yet
There’s still a feeling deep inside
That you will always be part of me

So now I look for you
Along Grand Concourse Avenue
And If I stumble, I pray
That I’ll never lose you
Somewhere along k-long’s way

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Dangerous

By Stuart Shea

A sphere spins towards the head.
A comebacker cracks a pitcher’s skull.
The outfield wall claims another body.
A collision takes out two.
A knee snaps.
A labrum tears.
A dream dies.
It’s a violent game.
Sometimes, it’s a shame.

Posted 8/8/10

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What the…?

by Bob Carlton
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the knuckle
ball wobble
s
a drunk
en fire fly
blinks here swing
there maybe
you hit it probably
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not
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Posted 7/14/2010