by Jim Siergey
They called Ernie Banks “Mister Cub”
but Santo could sure be his sub
He bled Cubbie Blue
(They never came through)
For Ronnie, ah, that was the rub
Jim often posts under the pseudonym Norm Knott at LimerWrecks.
Power Injection
By Stuart Shea
Back in the summer the Jints made a trade
To bring in Jose Guillen.
Bad in the clubhouse, can’t play the field
That’s how people see ‘im.
Still it was shocking that he didn’t even
Once in the playoffs appear…
Now that we know someone’s reading his mail
The reason is much more clear.
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.
“Don’t Stop Believin'” for the 2010 Giants
by Ashkon
At least now, a Bay Area team can employ the Bay Area Band anthem:
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