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  1. Jim,

    Thought you would like to know your web-site was mentioned in a Free Press article by Ernie Harwell a few weeks ago.

  2. Jim:
    Just want to thank you first of all for writing “The Silver Lining or Atleast the Yankees Lost”. It clearly
    expressed my sentiments along with the sentiments of most other Tiger Fans I know. And second of all for sending the autographed copy! I’m looking for the appropriate frame. My husband is a huge Yankee Fan, I of course am not. But rest assured it will be hung proudly in a place of honor!Thanks Again!

  3. Just found your site, thanx to my daughter (who found your postcard in a Seattle store). I wrote most of my baseball poetry before the Selig Strike of 94-95 … some is in “Romancing the Horsehide” (McFarland, 1993) and more coming out this spring in A BASEBALL FAMILY ALBUM — see
    http://www.pocolpress.com/getBookDetail.php?bookID=000033

    Are you in any way connected (yet) to SABR (www.sabr.org) which has a national network of folks devoted in various ways to baseball & the arts?

    Or to the Baseball Reliquary? Or the L.A. Bards?

    GC

  4. Would you publish this haiku composed by my wife?

    David Wright

    David wright does not
    Succumb to injured digit
    Whether hand or foot

    Carol S. McDade

  5. A BASEBALL POEM

    A foul off the bat
    is simply that recovered

    then

    handed off to younger hands
    an exchange a part of history

  6. Here is a baseball riddle I made up. I sent it to Tim McCarver who said it was too easy. Is it? We know Tim is smart.

    At some point during a scoreless game Team A scores one run. Thereafter each team scores 2 runs in its inning until the game is over. Who wins?

  7. Here’s a hint. The team that just finished batting is always one run ahead. So the tean that bats last wins.

  8. May the Blue Jay of Happiness Fly Up Your Nose

    Is pitching a sport or an art?
    Reyes lost twenty-eight straight
    Which isn’t that great
    But all in all it’s a start.

  9. The Yankees/Mariano Rivera

    I guess there’s a question of ageing
    Waging within this team
    Locker room the tabloids & else wise
    Whatever it is a chatter ream

    But tell me how Mariano Rivera
    Now still scares batters?
    How one pitch delivered
    To perfection crafted over years

    Still splinters ash
    & confounds?
    After a record 1000 games
    His home still the mound

  10. Maybe This Time (Hah!)

    Th Red Sox started off in slings
    But now they’re in the thick of things.
    This is the team that I remember–
    Giving us hope until September.

  11. INSTANT REPLAY

    Baseball & fallability?
    A sport of humanity
    Of human error
    Of endless furor
    “He’s safe! He’s out!”

    But baseball is not
    An exercise in replay
    Whatever current sway

    Complained during
    Winter months expectation
    & lifetime dreams
    Caring little for precision
    Just passion

    (More for the argument
    “He’s safe! He’s out!”)

  12. ,,,and the Living is Easy

    The Sox are our team says the Bahd
    Plus the students who haunt Hahvahd Yahd.
    Just enjoy if you wish
    This great summery dish.
    By autumn, you know, we’ll get scrod.

  13. I’ll never see his like again,
    My favourite hitter, Ferris Fain.

    In London, Amsterdam and Paris,
    They talk of nothing else but Ferris.

    He always managed to amaze,
    This handsome batsman of the A’s.

  14. Glowering at Bowering by Pseud à Nîmes

    New York, London, Paris, Munich
    Everybody talk about, mmm….
    Pop music, aye, and news and sport
    But to bardball blast, we must retort

    From the bleachers, and godly seats
    Loving testimonies – and testy tweets
    Au contraire, in Europe there is but little
    Interest – like our economy, entirely brittle

    In our excitement, we do refrain
    From all small talk, of one Ferris Fain
    Unknown to us, across the Golden Pond
    In our view, his sport just a frond

    Of the nascent game we called rounders
    Those damn Yankees – cads and bounders! 😉

    Note :

    In response to George Bowering’s ‘Ferris Fain’.

    Totally tongue-in-cheek!

    And I’m sure London, Amsterdam and Paris are well represented place names in the US!

  15. Anytime There’s Baseball

    ?
    Anytime baseball happens
    one’s mind is relieved

    like dreams sometimes relaxed

    by hardball & glove
    by bat & smack

  16. Cubs-Nationals, Opening Day 2012

    As the management turns a new leaf
    The old fans are relearning their grief
    As the ace, Dempster’s strong,
    But then brace for what’s wrong,
    And make plans to get burned in relief.

  17. Hey Stu, here are some more haikus:

    NEW YORK YANKEES

    If I could, I’d pay
    to send my problems away
    to Pittsburgh PA.

    HOUSTON ASTROS

    Who’s Who in Baseball
    lists every major leaguer,
    even the Astros.

    LOS ANGELES DODGERS

    Not even Magic
    could conjure up contention
    for these Dodger Dogs.

    COLORADO ROCKIES

    Katniss Everdeen
    might win more Games in Denver
    than Jeremy will

  18. Strike Three
    By: Samantha Sakolari

    The batter stepped up to the plate,
    We were hoping it wasn’t too late,
    A home run we needed,
    So we all cheered and pleaded,
    Would this victory be left up to fate?

    The first pitch the ump called the ball,
    The next pitch was fouled off the wall,
    The third pitch went high,
    On the fourth we let out a sigh,
    As strike two was the umpires call!

    The next pitch was called ball three,
    Then the crowd shouted with glee,
    As the last pitch soared far,
    And hit a parked car,
    Giving out team the victory!

  19. “1-2-3?
    (Today, April 21, 2012)”

    Smooth as a dirt road
    Is Yankees/Red Sox baseball
    Outside of the box

    Balance of power
    Forgotten in a bar room
    Rivalry enthus’d

    Fenway favorites?
    Arguably Yankee bats
    & sometimes pitching

    Whatever contour
    Green historic rivalry
    Yankees/Red Sox works

  20. Pleading for Clemens-y

    All the bailiffs had better beware
    Warning signs of the Rocket’s red glare.
    The courtroom could end up like Gaza,
    With a gavel fired at Piazza,
    And McNamee on his derriere.

  21. GET OFF HIS LAWN

    Jamie Moyer, long of tooth
    Nabs a win at 49.
    Never pitched to old Babe Ruth
    But babysat him one time.

  22. When Any Lot Would Do

    the ground ball skips
    kicking up dust
    and the smell
    of wild onions
    gathering stains
    breaking stitches
    before finally spinning
    into the comfort
    of a glove
    just as worn

  23. TAKING HIGHER GROUND
    Chris Davis’s 0-fer-8 night ended in bliss.
    Five times did the DH swing-swing-swing and miss.
    So, post-platinum sombrero, why the big grin?
    ‘Cause he tossed two scoreless and picked up the win.

  24. WELCOME TO THE BUSH LEAGUES

    With the Washington Nine on the rise,
    They’re the National League’s big surprise.
    So I’m thinking Cole shoulda thunk twice
    Before making the choice to plunk Bryce
    ‘Cause now the Nats have fire in their eyes.

  25. IDLE COMMENT

    There’s no reason to argue
    or to spew

    The American League East
    is the best

    competively
    realistically

    Boston? New York? Tampa?
    Baltimore too?

    (And Toronto in the mix as well?)

    But to shift gears
    and memory/years:

    Despite all the hiccups
    the HGHs and PEDs

    baseball the purity of it
    continues to confound/explain

    why a summer day or in rain
    ball-to-bat glove-and-ball

    fascinates us all

  26. SATCHEL RAGE
    The loose luggage of Jonathan Lucroy
    Makes it tough for Brew Crew fans to enjoy
    This stretch of the season
    As they squirm with unease
    And wonder why a valise would destroy?

  27. Double E6

    Peralta sees the hardball skip
    Sees the speedy runner tip
    To slide for second, flips
    The ball to force… no? Oh sh**!
    How’s he safe? Man, better get
    Ready for the next man’s hit
    Campana’s fast, let it rip!
    Bang bang out! No?! Frick!
    Umps call safe – here’s the Skip
    Doesn’t matter, Cubs are slick
    And set for win. Jhonny spits
    his disgust. Tomorrow…

    …he will hit.

  28. Only In Baseball

    Foul poles which are fair,
    the hidden ball trick.
    Ivy-covered walls,
    Willie and The Mick.
    Baltimore chops,
    in-between hops.
    Don’t you love the
    stale gum from Topps?
    The bullpen phone,
    two-out rally.
    Farm league down South
    name of Sally.
    Lazy pop flies,
    hustle base hits.
    Phantom D.P.’s,
    battles of wits.
    Nice guys finish last,
    The Babe called his blast.
    Insurance runs
    and radar guns.
    Rain delays, then
    lost in the sun.
    Dropping a hammer
    can buckle the knees.
    With ducks on the pond,
    a suicide squeeze?

  29. Homer Most Foul
    (Deep Thoughts with Carlos Gomez)

    I lead off the game with a blast to the stands.
    Easing into a trot I’m clapping my hands.
    The headlines will read “A Tone-Setting Hero”!
    But… hey, why’s the scoreboard still stuck on zero?

  30. October On A Shoestring

    Those Oakland A’s are on the pennant track,
    With Billy Beane stalking the giants like Jack.
    Up the standings they rise,
    A low-budget surprise–
    The “Moneyball” Crew is back in the black.

  31. The Tigers hope in 5 thru 9

    All will be forgiven’
    If we keep on livin’
    Oh 5 thru 9 please get on base

    I’m not lyin
    I’ve been cryin
    When you’re up to bat in your place

    The hittin coach is at fault, the nerve!
    He never taught you to hit the curve.
    Oh 5 thru 9 you can ding their ace.

    You could really help down the stretch
    Maybe it’s Roy’s “Wonderboy” you could fetch
    Oh 5 thru 9 join the chase

    Only 10 games remain
    All year you have driven me insane
    Oh 5 thru 9 please help us win the race

  32. Detroit Tigers 2012
    Miggy won the Triple Crown; MVP is no debate.
    Prince has also put up big while standing at the plate.
    J.V. is up for the CY Young; his second in two years.
    Max, has been unhittable; he leaves the field to cheers.

    Jackson ran the center field, he never left his feet.
    Berry couldn’t be thrown out, he just has too much heat. Avila caught the balls and strikes, with a little help from Laird. Peralta and Infante; a descent middle once they’re paired.

    Valverde heads the bullpen, with Dotel, Benoit and Coke. When Alburquerque gets brought in, he’s always throwing smoke. Dirks has come through in the clutch; he’s this year’s big surprise. The ball has looked a little big in Delmon’s DH eyes.

    The team was led by Leyland; the boss, the chief, the skip. He guided them through every game, McClendon on his hip. This awesome baseball season has been brought to us by God. And, almost every play I watched this year, was called by Mario and Rod.

    ~ Bradley A. Peraino

    http://perainopoetry.blogspot.com/2012/10/detroit-tigers-2012.html

  33. A BUSHER AND A PECK?

    Pitcher Al Alburquerque
    With a move some found jerky
    Got to “first base” with a ball.
    When he nabbed a comebacker
    And gave it a wet smacker,
    It made all the A’s want to brawl.

  34. MR. ROGERS, MR. JACKSON AND THAT AWESOME MR. BECK
    By Jim Healey c 2002
    When the starter starts to struggle
    So you think he might be hexed
    Just replace him with the trio
    That makes batters nervous wrecks
    That set of fearsome firemen
    Will have those hitters vexed
    Mr. Rogers, Mr. Jackson and
    That awesome Mr. Beck

    When we lead by just a run
    And the game’s been neck and neck
    We can call on those three stoppers
    Those three aces in our deck
    Those Giant mow-em-downers
    Loved a bushel and a peck
    Mr. Rogers, Mr. Jackson and
    That awesome Mr. Beck

    If our starters never finish
    We might say, “Oh, what the heck.”
    Who cares who gets the victory
    When all four have thrown that spec
    We’ll rejoice in having hurlers
    Whose arms are so high tech
    Mr. Rogers, Mr. Jackson and
    That awesome Mr. Beck

  35. Drugs In Baseball (Part 2)
    -with thanks to Carl White

    A friend remarked: Sometimes ignorance
    is indeed bliss. It allowed us, for a while, something
    we could believe in, in what we were seeing.

    Knowledge to the contrary has jaded us,
    has swept away our innocence,
    has tainted awe and trustworthiness.

  36. Born Blue

    I grew up with Garvey and Cey
    And Russell and Lopes every day
    Sutton on the hill
    Lasorda so shrill
    My heart lived off Stadium Way

  37. And in Conclusion

    Yale won the Frozen Four so the Sox can win the series.
    That, says my wife, is a non sequitur.
    Well, if she doesn’t like my theories
    Then I say the hequitur.

  38. TO GO WHERE NO BATTER HAS GONE BEFORE

    A tale of a batter renowned
    His exploit will always be known.
    While the pitcher was taking the mound
    Our hero struck out on his own.

  39. The Yanks rotate and twist
    We don’t know what the phsst
    Who’s on first is a riff
    Mark’s thumb is a stiff
    Now the A team is the DL list!

  40. 37 Major League Names to Sing To

    Tate Mee Ott Tutor Ball Gomes.
    Tate Mee Ott Tutor Crouse.
    Brye Meacham Peterson Crocker Hack.
    Hoy Dent Karnuth Hoy Evers Gibbs Brack.
    Foor Fritz Root, Root, Root, Forster Holm Teahen.
    Imlay Dent Wynn Acker Sain.
    Foor Fritz Jahn, Drew, Troy Sykes Yde Houk
    Acker Olt Ball Gomes.

  41. Spring Training

    It’s not yet “for real,” but hearing
    Baseball talked about on my TV –
    Now we’re into March – is a seasoning,
    Is a mental “pinch” of expectation, is
    A grind of future hardball-and-wood.

  42. Opening Day 2014

    What a wonder!
    This year it was in the land down under.

    Then again, it began.
    Way out West came the first test.

    Californians appear in the lead
    Until the rest get up to speed .

  43. Redbird October

    I love America
    I love Fall
    I love October
    I love baseball

    Now September is here
    October is near!
    “Let’s Go Cardinals!”
    The St. Louis fans cheer

    In unwritten October saga
    who will get the win?
    Waino, Miller, Wacha,
    Lackey, and Lance Lynn!

    It’s the top of the first and the Cards field with grace
    Bourjos in center field to Wong at second base
    Then top of the lineup, Matheny will say,
    “is Carpenter, Jay, and Matt Holliday”

    I love America. I love Fall.
    I love St. Louis Cardinals baseball!

    Now it’s bottom of the fifth. Our first baseman is at bat –
    last name Adams, first name Matt
    With Peralta on deck and Molina in the hole
    the Redbirds will surely give it body and soul

    In Busch Stadium – baseball heaven
    “Go Cards!” is our song
    “Go Waino!” “Go Wacha!”
    “Go Yadi!” “Go Wong!”

    Now in the 7th
    from the bullpen is sought
    Maness or Freeman
    Martinez or Motte

    The Cards lead by one
    and our pitchers get the call
    8th inning Neshek
    9th Rosenthal!

    I love America
    I love Fall
    I love October
    and I love baseball!

    -Steven D. Johnson
    9-5-2014

  44. Baseball Record

    Five Hundred Eleven – the wins of Cy
    near Three Sixty Seven – the bat of Ty
    But in baseball heaven, just blink an eye…
    and records will be broken

    Just look at Babe Ruth – Seven Hundred Fourteen
    To tell you the truth, his home runs were seen
    to hold a record not passed – thirty-nine years, ‘till alas
    Hank Aaron’s bat was woken

    Yet there is a record that will ever stand,
    but it’s not Ted Williams, and it’s not Stan the Man
    don’t look to Tris Speaker, don’t bank on Pete Rose
    for this baseball record every ball-player knows
    belongs, yes it does, to another

    It’s not for stolen bases – though Oakland’s a believer
    nor is it held by aces – like Gibson, Ford, or Seaver
    No, the sole baseball mark that will hold in every park
    belongs to father, son, and brother

    The record that won’t break, held through highs and heartache,
    is going seven for seven, every baseball season week
    since 1911 – now that is quite a feat!
    It’s keeping baseball alive since 1925
    It’s zero games missed since 1886
    It’s giving ballplayers a reason
    to thrive in baseball season

    Yes, the only baseball record
    that will maintain its stand
    belongs to the beloved,
    committed baseball fans!

    -Steven D. Johnson
    9.14.2014

  45. Baseball Quickened?

    Baseball’s “Pace of Game” committee
    wants to make it more speedy.
    But, in an effort to quicken the paces
    what may be lost of the game’s subtle graces?

    Baseball was once the game
    that made the claim
    it had no clock.
    But, now it seems
    there are several schemes
    to attend to the tick-tock.

    To appease the fans,
    mostly not in the stands,
    with ever shorter attention spans
    there are several initiatives
    by baseball executives
    to pick up the pace:
    one by keeping batters in their place
    another still to consider
    would discourage pitchers who dither.

    Where will it end
    to get fans to attend?
    Perhaps, better baseball education
    leads to better attention.

  46. SPRING, 2015

    My Mets will win games, that much is clear,
    With Harvey, deGrom and some others this year.
    If Cuddyer can hit, and Flores finds his mitt,
    We won’t toss Alderson out on his ear.

    But the best is out west, in the dry Vegas air,
    Pitching their hearts out as arm tendons tear.
    Matz, Monterro and Thor have made themselves great,
    But can’t reach the majors ‘til 21 days late.

    So fans of the Mets will continue to fret,
    Their ownership’s bank account hasn’t recovered yet,
    And hope for a year when we surpass eighty-one,
    And get to the playoffs ‘fore this century’s done.

  47. No Relief

    By David Aretha

    The Tigers can hit
    And everyone knows it,
    Yet it don’t mean a thing
    When the bullpen can’t close it.

    Detroiters may reign
    As kings of the Central,
    But they’ll never go farther
    When the bullpen is mental.

    Valverde chugged water,
    Swirled and spit,
    And then he’d cough up
    The game-winning hit.

    Benoit filled in nicely,
    But then he got sloppy,
    Serving a granny
    To the mighty Big Papi.

    “We need a sure thing;
    Get Nathan, dog gone it.”
    But his heater ain’t working;
    He’s got nothing on it.

    Dombrowski’s a genius;
    Stole J.D. from the ’Stros,
    But because of their bullpen,
    They got swept by the O’s.

    I’d deal to the Devil
    Miguel Cabrera
    If only he’d trade me
    Mariano Rivera.

  48. My fellow baseball fan Paul Kocak suggested that I submit this obviously derivative poem about the 2015 SF Giants:

    so much depends
    upon

    a Belt at
    bat

    frozen by heat
    on

    the black
    again

  49. “Hope” is the thing with pennants*

    “Hope” is the thing with pennants –
    That perches on the heart –
    And sings the tune without the words –
    And never stops – till done –

    And sweetest – in the Yard – is heard –
    And sore must be the arm –
    The tiny splash of one ball’s arc
    Scribing wingèd Victory –

    I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
    And on the foggiest Cove –
    That – never – in Eternity,
    Did three-ringed Giants swoon – nor fold.

    *with apologies to Emily Dickinson

  50. You can take the girl out of Chicago,
    And she can live happily in Seattle, but…

    ????????????????????????

    O Mariners! I am about
    To lose all hope in you.
    Longest active post-season drought?
    It makes me feel so blue.

    But – my heart took a journey
    Up to heaven with Ernie,
    And my Cubs dreams may finally come true!

  51. Gravity’s Rainbow

    Escobar slashing launching
    the booming start
    like a kid’s first rocket
    the pill going suborbital

    speeding to splashdown
    in deepest left center
    two destroyers of hits
    a joint Cuban – Ecotopian op

    the fog of roar leaves
    them blind to signals
    the payload misses
    the web deployed

    in an instant they see
    the horsehide capsule spinning
    on the surface and then it’s gone
    like Grissom’s Liberty Bell 7

    Escobar breaks the siege
    races home and later
    on the bench winded
    applies a pinch on his arm

  52. Fair Ball Lined into His Nuts
    Stu Shea

    The bigger they are, the more they hurt…
    So Juan Uribe got a just dessert
    With a liner in the groin.
    And that’s not a roll of coins,
    And he’s NOT happy to see you.

  53. The Mets Have a New Outfielder
    Stu Shea

    Brandon Nimmo
    Sure ain’t no dimmo.
    Don’t come from Pismo and
    Don’t use no gizmo.
    When viewed thru a prismo
    He just wants what’s hismo.
    And if he hits like a wizmo
    The Mets will not quiz mo’.

  54. Blue skies and green grass
    A partner in crime to watch time pass
    Sacks of peanuts and beers in hand
    Everyone yelling “Out!” as loud as they can
    Boxes filled with play after play
    A ballpark dog eaten only one way
    Lights brighten the night as the sun dies down
    Last cheer erupts as the winning pitch leaves the mound

  55. Rest in Peace

    With the Royals in need
    the universe responded
    thus the Rally Mantis was born.

    A beautiful gift
    for this suffering team
    bringing eighteen wins in his wake.

    But now he’s retired
    the Royals’ season is over,
    and the World Series will see new blood.

  56. The Curse of the Billy Goat

    Billy Goat Curse
    10/06/1945 – 11/02/2016
    R. I. P.

    It started in game four of forty-five
    When Murphy, Billy’s goat, came to the game
    The Cubbies led the series, were alive
    About to claim some World Series fame.

    The goat smelled bad and he was asked to leave
    His owner, Billy, wasn’t very happy
    He cursed the team; they lost. Chicago grieved.
    The decades since, well they have just been crappy.

    But that, my friends, is finally in the past
    That blasted curse has now been laid to rest
    The pennant, then the Series won at last
    The Cubs can now stand proud, they are the best!

    In seven games, and then an extra inning
    Chicago’s Cubs have found a new beginning!

    ©R. Mark Vincent 4 November 2016

  57. Colón’s Legacy

    Colón’s a fan favorite
    At age forty-three
    Returned to New York
    Crowd screaming “Big Sexy!”

    A Braves pitcher now
    Bartolo took the mound
    Struck out six
    Only one run allowed

    Big Sexy’s reign continues
    We must watch in awe
    His solo home run
    Still the best we ever saw

  58. Colón’s Legacy

    Colón’s a fan favorite
    At age forty-three
    Returned to New York
    Crowd screaming “Big Sexy!”

    A Braves pitcher now
    Bartolo took the mound
    Struck out six
    Only one run allowed

    Big Sexy’s reign continues
    We must watch in awe
    His two run home run
    Still the best we ever saw

    (Revised from above)

  59. 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

  60. 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.

  61. 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.

  62. 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.

  63. A Red Sox pitcher named Kelly
    Was attacked severely belly to belly
    In a wild thrown toss
    He Hit the wrong hoss
    Which erupted in a bench empty meley

  64. I love to see my Cards team win
    But the Reds are so bad, it’s a sin
    That stadium is bare
    No fans in the chairs
    Looks like they’re losing again.

  65. There’s another Cubs game today;
    If Chicago weather don’t get in the way.
    The Cubs and the Cards
    Always go at it hard.
    Whenever they gather to play.

  66. Dollar Dog Night at Guaranteed Rate

    First he had three, then had three more.
    The hot dogs kept crossing his plate.
    He had so many he couldn’t keep score.
    It must have ben something E-8.

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