by James Finn Garner
Despite the choke he’d had before
(When called to the Show by the Pods),
Our Tony’s moving up to Wrigley now
To seek the blessing of baseball’s gods.
Will he take the Cubs to new heights?
Knock the pill out on Waveland Avenue?
At least he’ll put some bums in seats
‘Cuz Ricketts needs the revenue.
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