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Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Baseball Poetry

Thought I'd share something written about Mark Buehrle's April 18 no-hitter. This is provided as a taster of the coming "Bardball" website, which will soon emerge as a daily compendium baseball-related verse, lyricism, and pure doggerel.

Early Buehrle Hurlyburly

While it isn’t the same
As winning a game
From towheaded, cute little leaguers,
To shut down a team
That’s no hitting machine
Remains low on the “difficult” meter.

But no-hit affairs
Are still fairly rare
Particularly in this age
So even the Rangers
Who mostly are strangers
Pose putative threats in the cage.

In Mark Buehrle's big scene
Back on April 18
At windy, chilly U.S. Cell
He flattened out Texas
Like they were his breakfast
Or apples for William Tell.

Ex-Cubs Sosa, Hairston,
And Lofton had no fun
Against Buehrle’s changing of speeds,
And obscuros like Kata,
Cruz, Laird, and the remainda
Dropped no base hits into the weeds.

So Buehrle was fitter.
He got his no-hitter
The AL’s first since Derek Lowe’s,
Bringing him validation
Across our great nation
In expanded post-game highlight shows.


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