Submitted by Farmstro
December 2007
Twas the night before Christmas in the Farmstro house
Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
The caller IDs were turned on with great care
In hopes Ed Wade’s number soon would be there.
The prospects were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Minute Maid danced in their heads.
And Ma in her Hooks shirt, I in Valley Cats cap
Had just settled down for a Hot Stove League nap.
When from the new Dell there arose such a clatter
I slid out of my bed to see what was the matter.
The house it was dark , ‘cept the glow of the screen
And the DSL box with its high tech green gleam
I picked up my ‘lanche towel, rubbed the sleep from my eyes
Then there on the screen was a Christmas surprise.
In a suit of brick red, looking sharp as a bill
Was an erudite man who resembled George Will.
His ear held a phone, He read scouting reports
His briefcase held printouts of various sorts.
He spoke to the sky and his charges arrived
They were ready it seemed for a new pennant drive
“On Hunter, On Puma, On J.R., and Miggy
Caballo, and Ausmus, Now, Kazu, and Wiggy
To the top of the standings the Central will fall
Now swing away, swing away, swing away all.”
He then lay a finger aside of his nose,
“I hope I find pitching to augment Roy O’s”
Then the man in the brick red suit put his notes down
Relaxed for a moment, his eyes looked around.
He dialed his phone, and I saw a great sight
The phones of the prospects lit up in the night.
He left each a message after their phone did ring
“Please join me in Florida this upcoming Spring.
From there on to Salem, or Corpus, who knows?
Or Lexington, Round Rock we’ll see how it goes.
You may not reach Houston ‘til 2010
But I’ll watch your swinging and pitching ‘til then.”
He hung up his phone and my Dell booted down
The prospects still snoring the home’s only sound.
As his face on the monitor faded from sight,
“Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.”