Passed Ball
a melancholy poem by Lew Brickhate
You threw me curves all night, but before the night was over, I touched all bases.
Then we became battery mates, resulting in no-hitters.
Your over-sized mitts would catch the release point of my knuckle-spit balls.
But alas, you got traded to Japan–not Normal, a late-Bloomer, I could only throw so far.
But I will keep trying to reach you, even if it means I become Venus DeMilo.
Ignoring signals which come from above; I screwed up, I threw away love.
Posted 8/23/2007Â
Two from Millie Bovich
 Statistics required perusal
And then came a full-fledged accusal.
Some numbers do lie
Take a look at the guy,
They’ve proven a B. Bonds bamboozle!
Barry Bonds! He’s the muscle-bound Giant
With the rules, he is just non-compliant.
He comes extra large size
Check his biceps and thighs,
And his manner is somewhat defiant!
Posted 7/30/07Â
Towering Fly
by Mr. Schatzman
Sun-dappled blur speeding
Crowd, loud and leaning,
Shouts! player unheeding
Falls short ball uncaught!!
Posted 7/6/07Â
Barry Bonds #13
by Steve Fiffer
Tho’ his head is as big as a melon
And he soon may be pegged as a felon,
He seems not to care,
Will admit to no error…
No wonder B. Bonds just ain’t sellin’.
7/3/07