Mighty Rockies are at Bat

Lew, I think in frustration, suggested I write a poem about the frustrations of baseball. So, here is my attempt at baseball therapy, with slight apologies to Casey at Bat.

Mighty Rockies are at Bat

Blazing Bryant is at bat

A hit, a hit, a hit!

Oh, can it be we won?

Alas, it goes straight

To the first baseman!

And that, folks,

Is out # one!

Ruthless Rodger’s is good to go

He’s been awarded a golden glove

And he’s one we’ve come to love.

The ball he hits goes

Way, way, way out there

Right into the outfield glove!

Mighty McMahn bats number three

They say he’s our best

And stats don’t lie

Do they?

“Strike one,” the umpire shouts

“Strike two,” the umpire yells

“No,” the crowd screams!

“Strike three!”

Mighty Mac has struck out!

But hope we must!

The game is baseball

So, first, I think

They hafta get

To first base!

Wilma Gundy

Probably not to be continued.