Roses are red,
Dodgers are blue,
So is my heart
Since I miss Yu.
Daisies are yellow,
Bases are white,
I cannot wait
For baseball each night.
Tulips can come
In all kinds of colors,
I wish we did better
Against Lance McCullers.
Starting in spring
And ending in fall,
It’s almost time
For Dodger baseball.
Good heavens! Pitchers, catchers: you’ve returned!
For months, the world has waited for this day
And now it’s come! The gold of patience earned
Unlike some agents still free with no pay.
Some other players also made the trip
Including a familiar friend named Matt!
He looks quite lean and seems so keen to strip
The critics of their words. Oh, I hope that
You bring this baseball town nostalgic wins.
What’s that? Our first game’s starter? What a shock.
It’s good ole Clayton bringing us the grins
We often get when he controls the rock!
In the upcoming weeks, more friends will show
At Camelback! They’ll play before you know!
I know it’s over. Still, I cling to hopes
That this is all a nightmare in my head.
Look at the poet as he writes and mopes
With dreams of waking up saved in his bed.
An awful start from Yu shrouds me in thorns
Of agony, but that was not sole flaw.
Our bats were more like noodles; grabbed the horns
Is what we failed to do. We gave a gnaw
Against the score, but that was all achieved.
The season’s over. Failure in the end.
For the next four months, I will be bereaved
As not a single sonnet will be penned.
Goodbye, my boys in blue, until next year.
Still in my heart, this team has brought me cheer.
And now, each team is one win from the gold.
We figured out Verlander to prolong
This Series of a lifetime! Now we’ve rolled
Into November for the final song.
The first five frames were frightening. Hill just
Went less than five, but was not terrible.
Chase took a hit by pitch; part of his lust.
That kept alive the chance to save the world!
Chris tied it up with double! Corey sac’d
To take the lead! Then next frame, Joctober
Continued with an oppo bomb so whacked!
Then Kenley pitched 6 outs to say “over.”
Tonight’s the final stand. Le jeu ultime.
May baseball gods bless Yu to lead This Team.
The heartbreak stings. The tears are fresh. I’m numb.
That rollercoaster last night has me drained.
So many times, it seemed that we would come
Back from behind. Now all my hope is stained.
Real comfortable I felt when we were far
Ahead at the beginning. Then, Kersh fell
Apart like a poorly-constructed car.
My heart broke when I saw his face unwell.
Beyond belief is this experience
Of never knowing what will happen next.
My stress is too damn high; I’m on the fence
As all these games have left me so perplexed.
It’s do or die. Tomorrow, back at home
Will Rich command the pace and SAVE US FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.
You like that?! Because I sure as hell do!
With almost flawless pitching job from Wood
And bullpen’s mastery, ‘Stros just hit two!
It was late when the offense understood
The time to rally was upon the back
Of Cody, who initiated launch
With double in the seventh; then attack
From Logan tied it up with his true staunch!
The ninth rolled ’round, their closer fell apart
And with two on, Sir Belli struck it well!
Then after a sac fly, Joc smacked a dart
Into the right field stands! It made me yell!
Tonight, the most amazing lefty fights
To bring this team to long-missed soaring heights!
An undesired day for Yu and friends.
Four runs allowed in inning two were hard
To watch as all the man could do through lens
Was see that score go up and leave him scarred.
That incident ill-mannered really taints
A series that’s been good in every way.
Respect for Yu to not retaliate
And hope that Yuli learns from his display.
Maeda saved some pitches from the pen
And has been dominant throughout the month,
But urgency surrounds our blue-clad men
Tonight who seek to show that they’re not junk.
Led by Sir Wood, they’ll be. I hope he brings
Us one game closer to obtaining rings!