The Pecan Park Eagle

With the current baseball playoffs standing on the probable brink of another match between the Detroit Tigers and the St. Louis Cardinals (if they can use their present 3 games to 1 win advantage over the San Francisco Giants to full advantage), wonder generates: How do they handle their baseball playoffs in hell? (We are assuming, of course, that the place has enough players and front office people to pull it off.)

Here’s a brief look at a couple of the clubs trying to get there.

Site of the Hell Fire Baseball Playoff Games: Their groundskeepers deserve to be in the other place.

Hell’s Big Game

By Bill McCurdy

Once upon a red-sky time – in a ballpark down below,

All hell was burnin’ brimstone – as was the usual show.

They had a game a churnin’ – as they played into the last,

The Devils 3 – The Demons 3 – the 9^th came hard and fast.

The game had much a ridin’ – as the Demons came to bat,

The Devils aimed to goose ‘em – and then to drown the cat,

By bringin’ Dolphie Hitler in – to panzerize the Demons,

Lucifer hoped to kill the need – for extra inning schemins’.

Old Dolphie was a cranker-arm – goose-steppin’ every pitch,

But when he let each damned ball fly – many slipped a hitch,

And sailin’ wide and wild, they flew – and landed in the ditch,

And Dolphie walked four Demons – before he killed the glitch.

And headed for the bottom – of Lucifer’s last hope,

The Demons led the Devils – by a 4-3 Hitler mope,

Twas time for Satan’s big sticks – to show up with the soap,

And to wash away disaster; – they simply had to cope.

But Saddam went down swinging – and Osama pulled up lame,

And Qaddafi bit the bullet – the lodged one in his brain,

And the Demons took the Devils – moving up to higher ground,

To the Underworld Series, off they go – in no way to confound.

Leaving all this simple quest: Are the Unholy Ghosts around?