You like that?! Because I sure as hell do!
With almost flawless pitching job from Wood
And bullpen’s mastery, ‘Stros just hit two!
It was late when the offense understood
The time to rally was upon the back
Of Cody, who initiated launch
With double in the seventh; then attack
From Logan tied it up with his true staunch!
The ninth rolled ’round, their closer fell apart
And with two on, Sir Belli struck it well!
Then after a sac fly, Joc smacked a dart
Into the right field stands! It made me yell!
Tonight, the most amazing lefty fights
To bring this team to long-missed soaring heights!
WE’VE CLINCHED OUR TICKET TO THE PROMISED LAND,
WHERE WE WILL HAVE A CHANCE TO WIN IT ALL!
WITH LOVE AND BOMBS FROM KIKÉ (ONE WAS GRAND),
IT SEEMS LIKE WE WILL WIN THE WAR OF FALL!
KERSHAW LOOKED GREAT, AND WITH A GIANT SCORE
TO PROP HIS DOMINANCE, THERE WAS NO FEAR!
SO AFTER SIX, THE BULLPEN DID THE CHORE
WITH GRACE UNMATCHED; THIS SERIES, THEY HAVE SMEARED!
SO SERIES MVP WAS SHARED BY TWO:
THE DOUBLE-T TEAM, SIRS CHRIS AND JT!
SO NOW WE WAIT TO SEE EXACTLY WHO
WE FACE. HOUSTON OR NEW YORK? WHO’LL IT BE?
WHICHEVER TEAM, THEY’LL HAVE TO FACE THE ACE.
WHO ELSE WOULD START BUT KERSHAW IN THIS PLACE?
The broom will not be used against these bears,
So we won’t make an undefeated run.
But calm remains; my mind contains no scares
That we will win when all is said and done.
A strong wind out to center helped the bats
As three home runs made up Chicago’s count.
We, too, got two from our 2-3 cool cats
In Cody and JT! But this amount
Was not enough to help out Alex Wood
Who was not awful but gave up those three.
So much solace in our pen being good;
No runs allowed: they can’t help but stymie!
Oh, Savior Clayton: break the narrative
And make our World Champs bid declarative!
The NL pennant is within our reach!
A dominating Darvish kept the Cubs
From polluting upon our blue-sand beach!
Are we playing a team or group of scrubs?
Andre displayed a vintage performance
By tying up the game with solo shot!
Then later, Taylor did a happy dance
And crushed one far to cut the naughty knot!
Incredible when Yu got walked on four
Straight balls with bases loaded – what a joke!
But our bullpen was excellent! On floor
Has my jaw been this series: pen stays woke!
Does anybody here possess a broom?
If Wood succeeds, the pennant’s in our womb!
BLESSED BY THE GINGER IS THIS HOLY LAND!
WHEN BACKED INTO THE CORNER, HE PREVAILED
AND SENT THAT PITCH INTO THE GLOVE OF FAN!
OH, HOW THAT WONDROUS STRIKE JUST SAILED AND SAILED!
THE MIRRORING OF KIRK IS QUITE A SPOOK
FOR IT WAS TWENTY NINE YEARS TO THE DAY!
AMAZING THAT BOTH HIT A WALK-OFF NUKE!
EACH FAN TODAY SHOULD CELEBRATE AND SWAY!
FROM MIND, DO NOT ERASE THE BULLPEN’S JOB.
STUPENDOUS THEY HAVE BEEN – NO HITS IN EIGHT!
THIS VICTORY TASTES SWEET LIKE CORN ON COB,
BUT THIS WAR ISN’T OVER; UNSEALED FATE.
TO WRIGLEY WE WILL GO FOR AT MOST THREE,
AND YU WILL KICK IT OFF. PLEASE GIVE US GLEE!
Oh Puig is on a tear! He’s got the ropes
In hand and has been hot throughout the rounds!
That wild horse is carrying our hopes
And dreams to places thought as sacred grounds!
Again though, Kershaw was not super sharp;
He had to exit stage just after five.
But fear we don’t, for bullpen soothes like harp
Of Orpheus; they keep the faith alive!
‘Twas controversy when they blocked the plate
And after replay, we were ‘warded run.
But matter it did not! Then Kenley ate
Chicago’s deep dish pizza, saved game one!
This afternoon, ol’ Rich will take the Hill
And try to put more bear meat on the grill!
Break out the brooms! This team is moving on
As Yu outpitched our former friend, now snake.
The only stain for Darvish was a dong
And afterwards, bullpen made no mistake!
Young Cody shone both with the bat and glove
By grounding in a run then sending one
The other way! Then unlike graceful dove,
He fell into the dugout – caught the bun!
Insurance came from Barnes; his laser zoomed
Through Chase’s space! And then in inning nine
When Kenley entered, snakes knew they were doomed!
And “How Sweep It Is!” was the Times’ headline!
So now, we wait to face the Cubs or Nats.
For the meantime, fans keep wearing your hats!