by Stephen Jones
The bells are ringing for inter-league play –
A diet staple, just like a holiday.
What was once a summer oddity
Is now regular baseball commodity,
Some match-ups enhance old rivalries –
Like Mets/Yankees, a subway series.
Others are fuel for the ongoing fire –
To DH or not? That argument doesn’t tire.
To Judy and Der Bingle – my apologies.
Baseball is fathomless, with twisting eddies.
It continues, Zeus-like, with cosmic mystery
Ordaining: The AL keeps its singularity.
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