The Black Bat: Cantos XIII-XVIII

A Supernatural Baseball Epic

Harlie Radio image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA

The Black Bat: Cantos XIII-XVIII

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

XIII

Atop the mound that day to pitch
A grizzled vet against Jake threw,
A man who knew each needled stitch
A ball might have, and then some too.
His name was Hammond, christened Grip,
And he the bottle liked to tip.
He no-hit once while in his cups,
And might ha…