Line-Up For Yesterday by Ogden Nash

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While we stare out the window all winter and wait for Spring Training, here's a poem from Ogden Nash highlighting some of baseball's greatest players from the early part of the 20th Century:

 

 

http://www.baseball-almanac.com/poetry/po_line.shtml

 

Published: Sport Magazine (01-1949)

 

A is for Alex
The great Alexander;
More Goose eggs he pitched
Than a popular gander.

 

B is for Bresnahan
Back of the plate;
The Cubs were his love,
and McGraw his hate.

 

C is for Cobb,
Who grew spikes and not corn,
And made all the basemen
Wish they weren't born.

 

D is for Dean,
The grammatical Diz,
When they asked, Who's the tops?
Said correctly, I is.

 

E is for Evers,
His jaw in advance;
Never afraid
To Tinker with Chance.

 

F is for Fordham
And Frankie and Frisch;
I wish he were back
With the Giants, I wish.

 

G is for Gehrig,
The Pride of the Stadium;
His record pure gold,
His courage, pure radium.

 

H is for Hornsby;
When pitching to Rog,
The pitcher would pitch,
Then the pitcher would dodge.

 

I is for Me,
Not a hard-hitting man,
But an outstanding all-time
Incurable fan.

 

J is for Johnson
The Big Train in his prime
Was so fast he could throw
Three strikes at a time.

 

K is for Keeler,
As fresh as green paint,
The fastest and mostest
To hit where they ain't.

 

L is for Lajoie
Whom Clevelanders love,
Napoleon himself,
With glue in his glove.

 

M is for Matty,
Who carried a charm
In the form of an extra
brain in his arm.

 

N is for Newsom,
Bobo's favorite kin.
You ask how he's here,
He talked himself in.

 

O is for Ott
Of the restless right foot.
When he leaned on the pellet,
The pellet stayed put.

 

P is for Plank,
The arm of the A's;
When he tangled with Matty
Games lasted for days.

 

Q is for Don Quixote
Cornelius Mack;
Neither Yankees nor years
Can halt his attack.

 

R is for Ruth.
To tell you the truth,
There's just no more to be said,
Just R is for Ruth.

 

S is for Speaker,
Swift center-field tender,
When the ball saw him coming,
It yelled, "I surrender."

 

T is for Terry
The Giant from Memphis
Whose .400 average
You can't overemphis.

 

U would be 'Ubell
if Carl were a cockney;
We say Hubbell and Baseball
Like Football and Rockne.

 

V is for Vance
The Dodger's very own Dazzy;
None of his rivals
Could throw as fast as he.

 

W is for Wagner,
The bowlegged beauty;
Short was closed to all traffic
With Honus on duty.

 

X is the first
of two x's in Foxx
Who was right behind Ruth
with his powerful soxx.

 

Y is for Young
The magnificent Cy;
People battled against him,
But I never knew why.

 

Z is for Zenith
The summit of fame.
These men are up there.
These men are the game.

Line-Up For Yesterday by Ogden Nash ©