by Stephen Jones
The gods of summer are blowing
Great white baseballs in the air,
And they are shaking thunder
Like the roar of a stadium crowd.
They have selected the best:
They have chosen Cleveland and Chicago,
Two saga-like teams — and each with
A history they’d like to rewrite
(As well as with a lakefront view).
Soon enough, they’ll wrestle and grapple
For baseball’s ultimate crown.
Which will it be —
Win-dy Chicago or Cleveland-I-am?