Topical Jock Poetry Du Jour: Dizzy Woulda Said He Slud

When Heath Bell ran and slid
Just like a little kid,
The All-Star Game became
A lot less corporate lame.

Topical Jock Poetry du Jour: The Chavez Ravine Blues

Once upon a time, L.A. was baseball heaven
But the story got stuck on Chapter 11.

Why bleed Dodger Blue when the band aid is red ink?
In short, the McCourts could drive Vin Scully to drink
And leave him with the tab, knowing he wouldn’t blab
Even as they cashed out and skipped town in two cabs.

Now attendance is down but parking fees stay high
No Cy Young for pitching but great reasons to… sigh.

Topical JOCK POETRY DU JOUR: Standing on the Shoulders of Gnats

In baseball heaven, Veeck's raising hell.
The Pads picked the grand-nephew of Gaedel!





*Quickie poll: Was is it a reach?