Despite the dragon’s wrath through B-Mac’s arm,
The gods blessed Scherzer with a baffling trait
To make teams just like us lose our bats’ charm
And fail to help their pitchers serve the plate.
Fourteen times did Mad Max sit us down
In seven frames; too good he was to beat.
Yasmani, Cody: both struck out three rounds,
Which left a taste in mouth not very sweet.
A word from Cody on the madman’s work:
“Disgusting” is the ace’s arsenal.
Agree I must, for he gave me an irk
That only comes from one phenomenal.
The series lost, but Kershaw comes today
To take on Strasburg in an aces’ fray.
A dormant offense does not win a game;
It must be up and at ‘em from the start!
This game proved that we can’t just light the flame
Right as it’s ‘bout to end – the plan’s not smart!
Though Ryu went distance throwing seven
Innings, the offense could not equate
The Nats’ four runs; our Boys just could not leaven
The game’s tone, although the gap’s not great.
The pluses did exist in Taylor’s clutch
Two-bagger that changed our score from a zero.
In the ninth, young Cody did as much
But backwards K on Yaz prevented hero.
A fearless ace named Scherzer’s on the other side
Tonight, so B-Mac, with his wisdom, must provide!
This time, the offense could not take it back
Since they were silenced by the Brewers’ arms:
Their starter, who went six, his name is Zach;
The bullpen kept us hitless with their harms.
Sir Kenta was not in a golden groove
Since in the first two frames, he gave up runs
That made it difficult for us to move
Up when were at bat; the team was stunned.
And even though our bullpen tried so hard
(Besides ole Romo), it was just a fail
Since batting counterparts could not go yard,
The efforts turned out to be very stale.
But home awaits for them, as they will fight
With players hailing from D.C. tonight.
Do not lose hope until the final out!
There’s nine frames for a reason, proved by Chris
Who, with the grandest slam, turned it around
And transformed our depression into bliss!
A rocky time for Rich—he just threw four
And let as many batters walk to first.
The bullpen also failed to silence score
As often-strong Josh Fields was at his worst.
But once the slam occurred, we turned to him:
The greatest closer in the leagues today.
Sir Kenley got the save since lead was slim
And in the highest place is where we stay!
A sweep is what I smell! But only if
Maeda sticks it out and makes them whiff.
Young Cody gave his strength at last to lift
The Boys from losing to a brewing team!
The extras brought by Grandal’s very swift
Fly ball into right field; so bright the gleam!
But Kershaw’s arm was fire as he passed
The two-thousand K mark, as fourteen Brewers
Sat down due to failing Clayton’s class
By not hitting the ball with their wood skewers.
Then when ‘twas time to close Milwaukee’s door,
We called on Kenley for his services.
Six outs he got and we needed no more;
Oh why can’t every game be just like this?
We’re still in first, and Rich will do his best
To keep us there today…another test.
Frustrating day it was; bad calls and swings
From other pitcher’s bat that scored two runs.
McCarthy not his best results in things
So undesirable it makes us done.
Our offense held by Wainwright’s caliver
For first six frames; no soul could touch the plate.
And even when their bullpen took rubber,
We still fell to a never-wanted fate.
The ninth was filled with bloopers from the blue,
Whose calls of balls and strikes produced complaint
From Sirs Gonzalez and Yasmani too,
Which caused their late ejections scarred with taint.
The trip up north to one more Central team
Will start with Clayton’s wrath upon the seams.
All streaks must end, as time and sport have told.
Not much offense in this match, so it was
A battle between pitchers young and old
Resulted in the winning ways’ sad pause.
Ryu was brilliant: six frames of strength
With only one run earned, and just one walk!
Despite his moving forward with his length,
The bullpen could not keep it tied in lock.
The only run for us—from a sac fly;
Martinez in the zone and hard to hit.
Alas, we’re still in first, but only by
A half game, so we must put on our grit.
McCarthy is the man who’ll close this trip
To St. Louis; our hope is that he’ll zip.