This isn't exactly rap on the level of George Foster, but here some classic baseball poetry:Lineup for Yesterdayby Ogden NashA is for AlexThe great Alexander;More Goose eggs he pitchedThan a popular gander.B is for BresnahanBack of the plate;The Cubs were his love,and McGraw his hate.C is for Cobb,Who grew spikes and not corn,And made all the basemenWish they weren't born.D is for Dean,The grammatical Diz,When they asked, Who's the tops?Said correctly, I is.E is for Evers,His jaw in advance;Never afraidTo Tinker with Chance.F is for FordhamAnd Frankie and Frisch;I wish he were backWith the Giants, I wish.G is for Gehrig,The Pride of the Stadium;His record pure gold,His courage, pure radium.H is for Hornsby;When pitching to Rog,The pitcher would pitch,Then the pitcher would dodge.I is for Me,Not a hard-hitting man,But an outstanding all-timeIncurable fan.J is for JohnsonThe Big Train in his primeWas so fast he could throwThree strikes at a time.K is for Keeler,As fresh as green paint,The fastest and mostestTo hit where they ain't.L is for LajoieWhom Clevelanders love,Napolean himself,With glue in his glove.M is for Matty,Who carried a charmIn the form of an extrabrain in his arm.N is for Newsom,Bobo's favorite kin.You ask how he's here,He talked himself in.O is for OttOf the restless right foot.When he leaned on the pellet,The pellet stayed put.P is for Plank,The arm of the A's;When he tangled with MattyGames lasted for days.Q is for Don QuixoteCornelius Mack;Neither Yankees nor yearsCan halt his attack.R is for Ruth.To tell you the truth,There's just no more to be said,Just R is for Ruth.S is for Speaker,Swift center-field tender,When the ball saw him coming,It yelled, "I surrender."T is for TerryThe Giant from MemphisWhose .400 averageYou can't overemphis.U would be 'Ubellif Carl were a cockney;We say Hubbell and BaseballLike Football and Rockne.V is for VanceThe Dodger's very own Dazzy;None of his rivalsCould throw as fast as he.W is for Wagner,The bowlegged beauty;Short was closed to all trafficWith Honus on duty.X is the firstof two x's in FoxxWho was right behind Ruthwith his powerful soxx.Y is for YoungThe magnificent Cy;People battled against him,But I never knew why.Z is for ZenithThe summit of fame.These men are up there.These men are the game.We should do this for the Mets!Here's how it will work:We start with the letter A. (It's the first letter of the alphabet.)Submit a four-line entry, in the spirit of Ogden Nash, for the letter A.If your A player has already been covered, go ahead and submit another for that same player.If you think you can improve on something that someone else has previously submitted, go ahead and submit your version.When A seems exhausted, we can move to B. (We can always come back to previous letters, too.)Maybe, if this works out, we'll all have collaborated on a kick-ass Ogden Nash style poem about the Mets.I'll kick things off with this humble submission:A, AgbayaniBut we call him BennyHis homer off FriscoBrought pleasure to many