While PhillyFriar is off doin' some serious book-learnin', I offered to take over for him for a coupla weeks, but only on the condition that I can start off in verse. So PF sent me the names, and I thumbed through my dog-eared copy of Great American Baseball Doggerel. The results follow.
Don't worry, you purists; P. Friar will be back soon. If you don't like what I do, rest assured that upon his return, he will have the ability to both sue me and represent himself. I lead off with six this morning; the other four later in the day.
Two thousand years from now
consider the religion of a savior, who -
in his most desperate hour - sized up his acolytes in Gethsemane
cast his tearful eyes skyward, and wrote
BOO in the dirt.
And in the process, forgets - Moviel. Villareal. Fiers - all of them
Michael Schwimer
Tall guys scare off the stickup men,
the penny-ante thieves, and make malingerers uncomfortable.
They crane their necks to look in curved mirrors for five-fingered discounters.
Solid, reliable kids, with some smarts too,
the ones who can close nights, you can trust with the receipts, boys like these
show up every night, allow you to sleep, don't rip you off.
when your past looks like your future;
seasons get stolen, time tables get turned; you're liable
to depart so often that you keep arriving;
and the gift is your present.