I was a big fan of the brief run of Red Ruffansore’s column in the National Lampoon. Frequently they would open with a few verses of baseball doggerel, such as
“There’s just one way to pitch the Babe,”
Says Hubbell (and I quote’m).
“You wait until he digs in good,
Then fire one at his scrotum.”
The pitcher hurls the hanging curve,
The batter he’s no dope.
He waits until the ball doth swerve,
Then strokes the frozen rope.
Carrying on this tradition that used to frequent the sports pages of national dailies is Bardball.com, a most welcome diversion.