Cutch: Ode to a Hero

To see a hero in his days of youth
Then see said hero grow into a star
Solidifies the hope, to tell the truth,
that said hero's reign will last quite far.
The accolades and merits shower through
The hope of a once-dead franchise returns
But when the new breed enters in there, too
The hero doesn't scorch the earth- he burns.
The fan base starts to think the legend's spent
As other heroes burst into the fold
As several wonder where the hero went
The others conclude simply-- 'he got old'.
But hope still holds--in Pittsburgh, very much--
For one last charge from their dear hero, Cutch.

2017 could be a big year for Andrew McCutchen, and as a fan from the beginning, I hope he comes back in a big way.

Coming Tomorrow- Another one of my favorite players, this one having suited up for one of my least-favorite teams.

Kerplunk (An Ode to the 2016 Royals)

The whole darn country watches on in awe.
Rob Manfred pops his Orville, grabs a sweet
And all of baseball figures it's a law:
The Kansas City Royals must repeat!
But anxious glances quickly turned to shock.
When Moose and Gordon wound up sitting out.
'Why NO!', fans cried, 'they can't just give us SHLOCK!
These underdogs are what baseball's about!'
Yes, rags to riches tales are mighty grand;
The story flips in favor of the meek.
But Yost's boys didn't pull the greatest hand:
With 30 left, KC looked tired and weak.
Not cause there was no greatness left to earn,
But because it was someone else's turn.


Coming Tomorrow- When your 4th starter has one of the best ERAs in baseball, you're doing a pretty damned great job.

An Ode to the Last-Place Braves

if one receives a chance to play to lose,
In favor of success in later days,
It helps to make this choice worthwhile to choose,
Instead of failing in two billion ways.
There's only one left-hander that can pitch,
And only one third baseman that can bat.
The rest have left all of Georgia to bitch,
And all of sports to say 'imagine that'.
The team's this bad to help the prospects grow
By letting aging rejects play the field
At this rate, it's impossible to know,
What results losing ninety games will yield.
Still, for Braves fans, there isn't much to fear.
Besides- they get a new ball-field next year.

Coming tomorrow- A pitcher for one of the deadliest rotations in baseball right now...and I'm not talking about the Mets.

Custom Card of the Day: Rizzo Edition

(I can't really think of anything funny, so here's a sonnet)

When one thinks of the many teams that suck
Without putting much effort toward their games,
They mainly see the North Side run amok
When every Cubs season ends up the same.
Sure, different stars will come and go at ease
And win some batting titles here and there.
They'll all remember Sosa's, Dawson's, Lee's,
And all want to forget Bryan LaHair.
Yet in the long run, the team is sub-par
Unable to perform and, yes, compete.
Anthony Rizzo's great, but can't go far
'Less backed up by a roster that's complete.
So Chicago, with nothing else to do
Fixates their eyes on Jose Abreu.

Coming Tomorrow- The Athletics' secret weapon, a guy who basically everyone counted out after the 2010 season.

Custom Card of the Day: Colon Edition

When one is greying gradually these days
We all assume he's clearly passed his prime.
Yet Barty's found a hundred million ways
To make his pitching arm go back in time.
Exterior: A seventeen year vet
Who won a Cy before reaching for juice.
He hasn't shown his age in pitching yet.
His arm's but thirty-five, one can deduce.
Of course, this never comes without a price
Bud's saying he'll suspend him for a while.
And being he spared Quentin (awfully nice),
Colon'll probably leave this with a smile.
But still, this blogger every day gives thanks.
That Bart never got caught while with the Yanks.

Coming Tomorrow- FOURTEEN RBIs IN THREE GAMES. REALLY. That calls for a nice custom.