Limericks 6/29

There once was an Andre named Ethier
Whose counting stats couldn't be beefier
But he never planned
To fracture his hand
Now he's making fantasy teams feel hurt

There once was a slugger named Papi
Whose swing was disjointed and choppy
But with increased heat
His swing became sweet
Now he'll punish each pitch that is sloppy

There once was a Hart on the Brewers
Whose average was stuck in the sewers
But with each homer smacked
The sunglasses cracks
Are becoming fewer and fewer