Who Woulda Thunk?

by Stephen Jones

The Giants are flirting with destiny,
The Royals are a star-crossed team –
Yet neither got the goodwill scrutiny
In Vegas, where hope is but a dream.

Blind Vegas wrote reams
Of its number streams,
The odds which it put down on paper,
But no one, it seems,
Trusted these two teams
To play for it all in October.

 


Published in Kansas City Royals, Pure doggerel, San Francisco Giants, The Game Itself | Link to this poem | 2 Comments

Wacha-Mole

By Stuart Shea

Matheny hoped for damage control
As each reliever dug a hole.
Choate was awful, Maness ehh,
Rosenthal wild, Martinez bleh.

Who is left to call on, then?
Wacha’s down there, in the pen…
He hasn’t pitched for several weeks,
But nothing’s left that doesn’t leak.

See one problem, cause another–
That’s how bullpens work, my brother.
How to fix this bullpen bleed?
Get a bigger lead.

 


Published in Management, Players, Pure doggerel, St. Louis Cardinals, Stu Shea, The Game Itself | Link to this poem | 3 Comments

2014 Wild Card World Series

by The Village Elliott

Wild card teams took each league’s gonfalon,
Both the Giants and Royals now play on,
.     Well-matched World Series picks,
.     Think they’ll split the first six,
Best team wins seventh Game marathon.

 


Published in Kansas City Royals, Limerick, San Francisco Giants, The Game Itself | Link to this poem | 1 Comment

From the Back of the Room

by Stephen Jones

Hey, know-all’s — you once confidently said
The World Series this year is for the birds.
But surprise . . . your Cardinals and Orioles
Have flown south in avian farewell.

You may analyse ’til you are blue,
But that old adage, it still holds true:
Pitching, not hitting, wins in postseason.
The Giants, the Royals have this in legion.

 


Published in Baltimore Orioles, Kansas City Royals, Pure doggerel, San Francisco Giants, St. Louis Cardinals, The Game Itself | Link to this poem | 2 Comments

Bye-Bye, Birdie

by Stephen Jones

The Oriole got stuffed.
Mounted, on the shelf
By sweeping Royal decree . . .
It was a KC taxidermy.

 


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