The streak’s finale leaves me bittersweet
For it felt like we’d never lose again!
But baseball’s hard; McCarthy was real beat
And struggled like a lobster’s life in Maine.
Atlanta came out early swinging hard
So coming back seemed not so probable.
We had some chances that we did not card,
Deserting problems that were solvable.
Grandal gave hope when smacking one to right
That brought us within three of tying game,
But after that, no runs lit up the night.
We almost got to amplify the flame.
The good named Wood will face his former mates
Today, as we attempt to close the straits.
The magic from the first half’s still alive!
Down to the wire did the team persist
As Puig launched far a ball upon a drive!
It was his second bomb that day he kissed!
Our loss of lead earlier in the game,
Due to B-Mac’s rough day, did not prevent
An ending filled with sadness, doubt, and shame
Where all our hopes for triumph would be spent.
As Dave proclaimed when talking ’bout the win,
“Big players make big plays in big moments.”
That seems to be a theme for this season,
And everything is starting to make sense.
Can we keep up the mojo that we have?
It’s up to Alex Wood – today’s mound nav!
We walk the walk, but talk about a game!
The end was just the climax of it all.
When we drew four straight walks in the tenth frame,
We could not help but say “Well, that’s baseball!”
Sir Cody’s patience paid off with that walk,
And ‘lest we not forget his tying bomb
That took us off the loser’s chopping block,
Eventually restoring Dodger calm.
A rock from Joc was also hit real far,
Providing for the hottest team in town.
McCarthy came back strong; ’twas not bizarre.
And now we are the best, so please bow down.
There’s one more game before the Stars align.
It’s Kershaw day, and so the sun will shine!
A perfect ten! Oh what a streak we’re on!
Achieved by sweeping team named after peaks.
And crazy was the game; control was gone!
So many wild pitches from the meeks.
It’s just another day for Cody B,
Departing the yard twice – ’twas no big deal.
His domination’s such a thrill to see,
Along with a face that makes ladies squeal.
McCarthy got the yips – we wish him well,
The bullpen did a fine job after him.
And Kenley hit a double – what the hell?!
For Colorado, that must have been grim.
The rivalry connected by the 5
Begins today! Rich Hill vs. Angels – live!
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.
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!
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.