I have long been saying this: WE NEED MORE JOURNALISTIC BASEBALL POEMS. Who will write the next "Tinker to Evers to Chance?" Who will concoct a piece on a level with "your legs are gone, your arm likewise, but not your eyes, Mize, not your eyes?" And I didn't even have to start with "Spahn and Sain." Writers used to do this all the time. And so:
And now with false spring weather springing upon us
Pitchers and catchers report
Here in the Cities, our top scribe named Bonnes
Pitchers and catchers report
Channels Ms. Dickinson's stanzas of hope
Will it bear fruit? We'll see; my guess is "ope"
At least the Twins didn't sign Jonathan Schoop
Pitchers and catchers report!