Friday, August 11, 2017

19 LOB... the poem

T'was once, they said, a pennant race.
The Yankees, second best to none!
Nineteen runners left on base…
They couldn't even score one run.

Each tortured week, a darker chase.
Every batter up, an instant clown.
Nineteen runners left on base…
T'
is time to shut the season down. 

Don’t ask to see a hopeful face.
Don’t say this team is looking good.
NINETEEN RUNNERS LEFT ON BASE…
I’d punch the owner if I could.

12 comments:

Leinstery said...

I'm not listening tonight, just going to assume they do what they always do and make someone with and era north of 5 look like Randy Johnson circa 2001

Leinstery said...

I think you need to start counting the men left on base like the tabloid tally

Anonymous said...

I CAN'T TAKE ANOTHER NIGHT OF THIS...

I CAN'T.

Nickname Damur said...

This is really bad. This week is going to be a disaster.

Local Bargain Jerk said...


Sorry, Duque, the "19 LOB" poem will need to be rewritten.

19 is but a dewy memory.

Nickname Damur said...

Woo hoo! All the way, baby!

Nickname Damur said...

Fucking Chapman. God damn it. Put Clippard in.

Nickname Damur said...

For crying out loud, Joe. This guy is going to blow this game.

Nickname Damur said...

Jesus. What the hell? Why did it take an amazing DP to put some fire in Chapman's eye?

Tom said...

OMG! THANK YOU TO OUR OLD FRIEND EDDIE NUNEZ FOR RUNNING INTO A DOUBLE PLAY! OTHERWISE, PINEAPPLE CITY!

I'm Bill White said...

Girardi is a pineapple fluffer. Even when we win, he gets you ready for the pineapple.

Anonymous said...

HAHAHA!...PINEAPPLE FLUFFER.