Ode to Dusty Baker

[piñata]

This is a poem about the Chicago Cubs, specifically their chickenshit of a manager, Dusty Baker. My theories about why they're losing this year are detailed below.

Paralyzed by cowardice
The Cubs lose yet again
When we walk the bases loaded
How can we hope to win?

The balls rolls through the infield
Cedeno throws to first
The runner on third streaks home
And things go from bad to worse

The Cubs come up to bat
Pierre hits an infield single
Pagan lays down a bunt?
That shouldn't even be legal!

We give our opponents to much
To ever get anywhere
And you can tell by the way Ramirez runs
The players don't even care

So next year, as the saying goes
For Cubs fans every day
Enough with the intentional walks
That's not how you play the game

And next year, if it's possible
For you to earn your pay
For fuck's sake Dusty, next year
Let your batters swing away.

[Ape]

You finally posted something and its about something i have no clue about. Not even cool.

Although i admit after i finished i wanted to read it agian. Well written...even though i don't know anything about the topic.