Baseball's Sad Lexicon by Franklin Pierce Adams Published: New York Evening Mail on July 10, 1910 These are the saddest of possible words: "Tinker to Evers to Chance." Trio of bear cubs, and fleeter than birds, Tinker and Evers and Chance. Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble, Making a Giant hit into a double- Words that are heavy with nothing but trouble: "Tinker to Evers to Chance." Tinker To Evers? by Steve Vittori Published: Spitball 1989 For a ballclub to win in the National League The infielders need to be versed In the skills of sweeping the diamond At shortstop and second and first. Oh, where would Chicago's Bear Cubs have been In nineteen hundred and eight If the men who patrolled up the middle Could only produce at the plate? If with glove not of gold and hands lined with lead Each knocked down balls with knees or with head; Then reached down to launch a sub-orbital throw To the home team dugout or seventeenth row? Then Pirates and Giants would score on these terrors Four runs on no hits but five or six on errors, On Merkle, on Tenney, on Bridwell; and Honus, An infield double's your double-hop bonus. And how would Franklin P. Adams describe These choreographers' dance? Why, just slap the ball up the middle. Tinker to Evers? No Chance! Cub's Poem By Matthew Ballard www.rhymesandpoems.com From the front gate To the home plate I want to see a team A team that’s great I want to see the Cubs Ever since a tike It’s the Cubs I like And with this new found fame We’re at the top of our game From Leo Durocher, the Lion To Lou Piniella, we're flyin' We’re gonna pick up Where we left off We’re gonna get off this curse No more curse With this verse No more goat With this note A goat's a fink He’ll only help you sink So stay afloat Write the Cubs a love note Love you Cubs.