| Haiku | Player |
| I guess you are not | Here to talk about the past | Mister hitting coach | |
| That Rich Lederer | Thinks a lot of your curveball, | Nederland native | |
| Satch called you 'Nancy' | Before you scouted Carter? | You were right on time. | |
| Stole a watch from Ruth? | You helped a young Willie Mays, | Didn't finish last | |
| The impossible! | A home run on two bum knees. | I don't believe it. | |
| Stranger to the Game | Throwing on a broken leg. | Pitching coach? No dice. | |
| Awaken, centaur! | Drop the F-bomb on V-tek!| No clutch? No problem! | |
| Success eludes this | Gyro man who is not Greek. | Take your sweet-ass time. | |
| Quiet superstar | Curving balls around the sun: | Take your day of rest. | |
| Put on your straw hat. | Turn toward One Hundred Thousand. | Wave that lineup card. | |
| Blass in post-season. | Hey, don't call it a comeback!| Splash hit - redemption. | |
| Two years, five innings? | You've turned the worms to dust, so | Chase the Texas sun. | |