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.
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.
Another blanking of the bears in blue!
The pitching and the offense strong again
Despite not hitting until Kiké’s two-
Bagger in inning four, then was brought in
By Chase the Sage, who knocked in three in all;
His powers have arisen from the dust!
Beside him was Chris Taylor; o’er the wall
Did he send one that made John Lackey cuss!
McCarthy’s six saw barely any hits
And not a single run from Wrigley’s squad!
Then Stripling pitched for three in blue-clad blitz
To get the save, and for that, we applaud.
A sweep on the horizon of L.A.,
And likely since King Clayton throws today!
The power of the clutch was with A-Gon
As he drove in three others to the plate.
Two of those were Yasmani’s, who showed brawn
By also getting three hits towards the fate.
Brandon, as we wished, was hard to crack;
He smacked, with grace, Miami’s meek esteem.
The first fourteen he faced could not get jack;
It makes me wonder: did the fish daydream?
Eibner keeps impressing—drove in two
In one swing of the bat; though Kenley gave
Up his first dinger of the year, ‘twas “phew!”
Since he induced a double play to grave.
A day of relaxation for the bats
And ‘morrow, under sun, Clayton combats.