A triple-dinger day for someone else
Besides the Belly! (he still got one though)
Young Corey keeps on rolling, handing L’s
To other teams with sweet offensive flow!
This fire let McCarthy just relax
And throw six innings that lacked any runs.
The sons were bright tonight, and their attacks
Will be recalled and remembered by tons!
A plea to thee, regarding game of stars:
Sweet Seager still does not hold starter’s spot!
And Cody does not have a place with tsars,
So vote, you fools – much sadness if you not.
And pray tonight for sanity in Hill’s
Performance, hoping we prolong the kill.
“Would you like two more bombs?” asked Bellinger.
Replied we did with “yes” and so he swung!
To right field did the shots get delivered,
So other sluggers might as well have hung
The white flag! Though our ace was not himself,
Sir Clayton did enough to hold our lead.
The bullpen back to its consistent help
Created for our closer no such need.
Sir Turner also sparked the skies with grace!
Some ribbies here and there to spice it up
Like peppers; lesser was not Taylor’s place
Whose two-for-five was sweet just like syrup.
So hot we are, so people place your bets
Tonight, since B-Mac looks to beat the Mets!
‘Twas almost blown, but Kiké saved the day
When lead was trimmed to one – he gave his all!
As Votto struck the ball much ways away,
He ran back, made the catch upon the wall!
The offense buff again, Especially
Sir Turner, who drove in three with a dong,
And Logan who rocked like it’s ’83!
They all helped sing the sweeper’s sweetest song!
Maeda did real well, but as for pen…
Reliability was not their word.
Too many runs took us fans out of zen,
But Kenley saved us with his closing curd!
At last, we’re home to take on New York’s team;
They’ll face our ace and that will make us scream!
A rout supported by the park so small!
The dingers flew from many bats for us,
Sirs Cody, Puig, and Joc produced them all!
And not a sign of power-stopping rust!
Though Ryu struggled here and there, he ‘scaped
From jams with dash of luck and fighter’s will!
The Reds unveiled Pete’s statue, but we draped
That introduction with our thirst for thrill!
So many times, the Reds had chance to score,
But one-for-seventeen they were those times.
The bullpen helped to make their offense poor
By letting just three touch; silenced the chimes.
A chance to sweep is on the radar screen,
If Kenta can deliver the routine.
Clutch performance from both bats and Wood!
The runs less than expected in this park,
But triumph we still did – on top we stood!
And here is how we lift our victor’s mark:
A Joc pop in the second gave us one.
The very next frame, Taylor doubled in
JT. Then in the eighth, our pitcher stunned
By driving in a run – deliver grin!
‘Twas almost shutout for our second ace,
Until he let a homer in the eighth.
When Kenley gave their speedster second base,
He threw nine pitches just to crush their faith!
Today, our Incheon warrior will try
To do his best to halt collective cry.
Unpleasant days occur for every team,
And yesterday saw one of ours unfold.
Sir Hill could not produce a strike-filled stream
And every other pitcher also rolled.
Despite a potent offense all-around,
The trouble was not at the batters’ hands
But in the center of the field: the mound,
And due to that, we were not happy fans.
The Tribe struck first real hard and never stopped,
Just running through our pen like bulls in Spain.
So in the end, our winning streak was chopped
Like onions on the counter, tears in vain.
Another series in Ohio lurks,
So down in Cincy will Wood do his work!
Again, a home run in the eighth became
The reason that we broke the late-found tie!
It was another pitcher-dominated game
Played underneath the Cleveland’s darkened sky.
As Kiké’s sword slashed Miller, we broke free
And later in that frame, their man at second
Never stepped on bag when try’n to flee
The ball to first; for that, a replay beckoned!
A double steal occurred in inning two!
But never mind, as bullpen almost fell
Until the ninth when, oh, Sir you-know-who
Produced a cutter straight from deepest hell!
The best part about waking up today
Ain’t Folgers, but an early game – hooray!