Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Stu Miller: The Poem

The words that ruined my seventh grade: "It looks like they're bringing in Stu Miller."

STU MILLER

We only need one run to win.
With Mantle up, their lead looks thin.
Party's ready to begin.
And then they bring Stu Miller in...

His lobs, they flutter, dance and spin,
They’ll reach the plate, I don’t know when.
It’s over, call our next of kin.
Dear God, they brought Stu Miller in...

In life, some pitches shave your chin.
While others make your heartstrings grin.
Then... whoosh! You think what might have been,
Had fate not brought Stu Miller in.
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1 comment:

  1. Alibi IkeJanuary 7, 2015 at 11:32 AM

    From Friend of Bardball Jim Siergey:

    The way that Stu Miller did throwest
    was simply slow, slower and slowest
    He'd get the job done
    then from the mound run
    He knew how those Bay winds did blowest

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