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In The Dugout Men Come and Go
You don't need to read another calculation of the Phillies' flickering chances here; you can get that here. Or here.
At Blinq we scour the 'sphere for those twisted takes and visionary views. Like Adam Bonin's poem about skipper Cholly, inspired by Elizabeth Bishop's "One Art."
It's a work in progress, his "One Art," the Charlie Manuel version. So far, he's got:
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many Phillies games seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of poor baserunning, the middle reliever money badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
road trips, and sweeps, and where it was you meant
to double-switch. None of these will bring disaster. . .
so many Phillies games seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of poor baserunning, the middle reliever money badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
road trips, and sweeps, and where it was you meant
to double-switch. None of these will bring disaster. . .
Surely we can help him with a verse or two.
For more inspiration the Baseball Think Factory, via Throwing Things, tosses "The Love Song of J. Albert Pujols," featuring such winners as
In the dugout the men come and go
Talking of Chris Capuano.