This is round 2 of Humbugardy. I'm your host, Alex Scorebard.

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This is round 2 of Humbugardy. I'm your host, Alex Scorebard. Let us now finish off this despised category, once and for all:

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The player commonly associated with the number represented here:

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What and where this is:

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What and where this is:

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The Angels doth loudly protest:
"What kind of beast has the gall
To rule, or to even suggest,
That someone as saintly as Paul

Would uncleanly capture the ball
Then act like he couldn't have guessed
A putout was needed at all
And left that concern unaddressed?

The sinner who cannot be blessed
Is someone, who after his fall,
Denies that he should have confessed
He blew it in making his call.

Under a rock he should crawl,
This lowly contemptible pest;
To duck being mobbed in a brawl,
He'll need some new digs to infest."

Oh, boo hoo. These Angels who bawl,
Who brag that their offense is small,
That they needn't hit over the wall,
Deserve what cruel fate may befall,

For those who are truly the best,
Who are worthy of winning the quest,
Don't live by befriending Joe West,
Then die whining, "I am oppressed!"

This is round 2 of Humbugardy. I'm your host, Alex Scorebard.

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This is round 2 of Humbugardy. I'm your host, Alex Scorebard.

Note: In this round, searching the web is allowed.

This is round 2 of Humbugardy. I'm your host, Alex Scorebard.

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This is round 2 of Humbugardy. I'm your host, Alex Scorebard.

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Welcome to Humbugardy. I'm your host, Alex Scorebard.

Here are the rules for the double humbugardy: I will provide the answer, you provide the question. The answers and questions will all be related to either baseball and poetry somehow, but not necessarily both.

The first person with the winning question gets the points, and gets to choose the next answer.

The question must be in the form of a question. If the answer is a poem (or part of one), the question must not only be correct, it must scan correctly to complete the poem.

When I announce that the answer is questioned correctly, the winner can then choose the next answer. After which, I'll post the next answer. I'll post one or two answers per day, at random times.

In this round, you are allowed to use the web to research.

Ready to start? The first person to comment below can pick the first answer from the following categories:

The current standings:

Bob Timmerman	1100
Shaun P	1100
Cliff Corcoran	700
Rorschach	500
TFD	500
For The Turnstiles	463
Jacob L	400
T J	400
Baby Maddux	300
cynic	300
Dan Lucero	300
Derek Smart	300
Ryan Wilkins	300
MatPat11	200
Sam DC	200
Humma Kavula	100
Jen	100
metfaninalaska	100
misterjohnny	100
Philip Michaels	0
Joe	0

The Astros get right out to work.
Biggio singles, and Berk
Earns a walk.
Ensberg, a knock,
Scores the first run as a perk.

Pettitte, the pick by his skip,
With a great ERA, also WHIP,
Gets two quick outs,
Easing the doubts,
Then gives up a homer to Chip.

Inning three, Hudson loses command.
The ball wildly flies from his hand.
Two walks and two hits
Are giving him fits
Two runs down isn't quite what he planned.

Andrew Jones in the fourth overthrew
A sac fly, but later came through,
Put the throw in the past
With a much needed blast
Helping the Braves to score two.

Abruptly in frame number five
Hudson's command comes alive.
Pettitte's sharp, too.
This inning flew.
It goes quickly when both pitchers thrive.

The sixth is quick, too, but alas,
Hudson then runs out of gas.
Ensberg once more
Drives in a score.
The Braves have a two-run morass.

In the eighth frame, Atlanta's relief
Puts fans into stunned disbelief.
The Astronauts soar,
Five runners score,
The crowd's hopes all turn into grief.

The Braves give their fans one more thrill.
They rally and battle until
A Furcal double play.
To the home fans' dismay,
They now trail in games, one to nil.

The Yankees could not opportune it
To boost series chances with Unit
Starting two games.
They've got title claims,
But this little fact could harpoon it.

Contreras--game five? I thought surely
The White Sox, who clinched it so early,
Were playing a joke.
He's set up to choke.
I tell ya, they shoulda used Buehrle.

The Padres are hoping that Peavy
Will sign, seal, deliver like Stevie.
And with two wins by Jake,
They would need one more break.
But to bet on that would be naïvy.