LaRussa as Lincoln

by Todd Herges

Dearest Mary,

Mine eyes have seen the stresses
of the team far back in June;
of a long goatee brought in to save
but failing far too soon.

Four score and one game makes a half,
and both sides of the all-star break
our men did try their best, yet
good progress they could not make.

Out went McClellan; in came Grant
to help us win the day,
while Sherman (twenty-nine) burned the South
and turned the tide our way.

And now, my dear, I’ve decided that
to bring Cardinal nation together I’ve got
to give command of the ball, at the very end,
to the able Ulysses S. Motte.

Prayerfully yours,

Abe


Published in History, Management, Pure doggerel, St. Louis Cardinals | Link to this poem | 2 Comments

LaRussa as Lincoln: 2 Comments

  1. Hilary Barta wrote,

    And about game one:

    To make it, no ifs, ands or buts,
    all it takes is good pitching and guts
    Or a guy on the mound
    who just might be unsound
    making plays down at first that are nuts

  2. Stu wrote,

    oh, this is wonderful, Todd. And Hilary’s follow-up is great too.

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