There’s always someone new to save the day,
And Puig was last night’s hero in the end!
When down by two, we don’t just go away.
We fight like gladiators. Puig’s our friend
And hero! Though Yu’s birthday outing was
Not great, he still went six despite some pain
Inside his back. The bullpen then showed jaws
That let their bats pour on the Sox some rain.
The rally in the ninth: kicked off by Cody’s
Pinch-hit single; Logan brought him in.
Then Austin singled, giving Puig the keys
To walk it off and get another win!
Another day for this great team to rest
Before A-Gon comes back and Hill shows zest.
Sometimes we wait real late to take the win.
Last night, until the eighth, the game was tied.
Then five runs came! We quickly hit their shin
And said, “This is L.A., you’re on our ride.”
Wood’s only blemish was a leadoff shot
He let. Despite that, seven innings swell!
The bullpen followed; let us hitters hot
Move far ahead by hitting balls like hell!
Barnes broke it wide, then Corey did some more!
We did not need a Kenley to save game,
Since six us, them one, was the final score!
Still, no one’s able to put out our flame.
A happy birthday to our newest friend,
Yu Darvish! Pitch well! Our wishes, we send.
Oh Ross, what ruckus must you bring around?
Content we were before their bats took back
The lead we fought to bring into our ground,
But two home runs allowed creates a crack.
Rich Hill – we see your steel, as tough as nails!
A fastball to the throat did not defeat
Your soul, for you got up with just bruised sails
And did your job before you took a seat!
Productive, Cody was with his three hits,
And Austin hit with clutch, but it was not
Enough since Ross did not possess sharp wits.
Still, in this series, victory is sought.
Ryu takes arms today – last time he pitched
Was stunning to behold…is he bewitched?
Korean dominance and Dodger dongs
Were all we served while sweeping those in Queens!
Ryu shined bright like glitter, throwing strong
And letting just one hit pass through his means.
The offense rocked right from the very start
Thanks to the bats of Logan and Sir Barnes.
Then later on, t’were dingers from the hearts
Of Turner, then a thunderous alarm
Shot from the strength of Cody! What a swing
The young lad has; we see this every day.
It’s little things we do that let us sing
Like soul train mockingbirds that never stray!
The team is off today before a fight
With snakes so far behind, they’re out of sight.
I do not think a win will heal the pain
Residing in our greatest pitcher’s back.
Though walk offs always bring a lot of gain,
On this occasion, cheering on feels whack.
The offense gave its all, as Cody B
And Austin went yard to provide four runs.
But Kenley blew the save – how unlucky!
Before that, our relievers banged like guns.
A state of melancholy while He’s gone.
For four to six weeks, we will have to cope
And win a lot without His throwing brawn.
Return as soon as possible, we hope!
The men from Minnesota last night flew
From Michigan to here – they’ll face Ryu.
At last, a game complete from Clayton’s arm!
Though not a shutout, thirteen Royals took
A seat at Kershaw’s mercy – how unfair!
Each whiff he wound deserves a second look.
The king of gingers hit a pair of bombs
That lead the five-run charge to victory.
Included in that jolt is Austin’s alms
He gave to left-center in a hurry.
The All-Star break is here, and we’re the best!
Another sweep is written in the times.
We’re sending six sensations ‘way from West
O’er to Miami, where they all will shine.
Sit back, relax, and let the days soak in,
For there is no game for a while, so grin.
The tempers hot, but fire in our team
Lit up the Padres, as we usually do.
Astounding seven runs brought in by dreamy
Barnes on home runs that totaled to two.
And Wood guided his way to win nine straight
Decisions; ’tis a record for the club.
The offense besides Austin also great,
Like Logan who had four hits in the drub
And Justin hit it thrice (one of those donged).
The D-Backs lost, and so our West lead grows!
This season, as always, is quite prolonged,
But anything can happen as we know.
With baseball’s kiss, the next game goes to Hill
Who we hope replicates his last long fill.