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  1. michael ceraolo wrote,

    Casey at the Bat (Limerick)

    In the ninth twas Casey at the plate,
    with the chance to confirm he was great
    The anonymous pitcher
    saw his chance to grow richer,
    and dispatched star Casey to his fate

  2. Nathan Rudy wrote,

    Metropolitan Haiku

    The greatest pitching
    In history is wasted.
    Home is Citi Field.

  3. David E Matthews wrote,

    Tinker to Evers to Chance

    Many’s the times I’ve seen it
    When imminent gloom turns to glee:
    From Tinker to Evers to Chance
    To end the inning, mark it 6-4-3

    From Third to Second to First,
    All around the horn,
    They proved themselves the greatest
    Double Play combination ever born!

    Tinker goes deep into the hole
    And cleanly picks the ball,
    Throws a dart to second base,
    The ump calmly makes the call.

    At second Evers gets it
    Just the way he likes,
    He pivots, the ball evanishes
    In a blur as he jumps the spikes.

    Chance stretches incredibly
    As he waits at first,
    He gloves the ball, the batter swears,
    And so the out is pursed.

    This is not to say that they never erred,
    Kicked the ball or muffed the play,
    But only that they always tried,
    Then let the ump have his say.

    There is this, then, in contemplation,
    The base between effect and cause:
    That unpredictable expectation
    Is one of Nature’s laws.

  4. Nicolas Neal wrote,

    THAT BALL

    That ball.
    Its color?
    White with flecks of brown.
    Its seams?
    Red.
    Faded red.
    That ball.
    Leaves the pitchers hand.
    It twists.
    Taunts.
    Can turn the mighty to the meek
    The meek to the mighty
    It makes you
    It grips you
    It mocks you
    It sails slowly
    It journeys its way to my bat
    It keeps you up at night.
    Is the perfect antagonist
    To any batter
    The sad part is
    I like it that way.

  5. Nicolas Neal wrote,

    THAT BALL

    That ball.
    Its color?
    White with flecks of brown.
    Its seams?
    Red.
    Faded red.
    That ball.
    Leaves the pitchers hand.
    It twists.
    Taunts.
    Can turn the mighty to the meek.
    The meek to the mighty.
    It makes you.
    It grips you.
    It mocks you.
    It sails slowly.
    It journeys its way to my bat.
    It keeps you up at night.
    Is the perfect antagonist.
    To any batter.
    The sad part is.
    I like it that way.

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