by Sid Yiddish
So the old bat retires,
Giving the ball something new to do, probably find its way into a brand new mitt, to be played with and spit upon and fingered and twisted and thrown, goodness knows how many times,
But the ball loves it and doesn’t have to worry, now that the old bat is retiring and won’t have to keep an eye out for where the ball’s been.
Posted 8/20/08
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by James Finn Garner
Barry Bonds, Barry Bonds,
Won’t someone please buy Barry Bonds?
The burly man-child at 44
Surely can give something more.
While the Rangers could use his mighty bat,
Texas must have a big enough hat.
In Minnesota he could deliver the goods,
And spend days off prowling the woods.
In New York, the powerful media glare
Would show if there’s any personality there.
Washington would enjoy spinning turnstiles,
And be handy for the start of his perjury trial.
It’s time to move to make the playoffs this year.
Come on! He can give SOMEONE a shot in the rear!
Posted 8/18/08
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By Stuart Shea
The Cubs are the best team in baseball.
So good that your toes may curl.
I’m worried that we may be approaching the end of the world.
A black man may become president.
No matter what sludge Repubs hurl.
I’m worried that we may be approaching the end of the world.
The hole in the ozone layer is wide–
With enough space to fit Terry Forster inside
Our societies reek of fratricide
While starving untold millions have died.
Just like in Kinsella’s great story,
Those in control don’t know what to do.
All I know is that when we all go
We prob’ly won’t bleed Cubbie blue.
Posted 8/15/08
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