A night for the Buehler, but not for the team.
That young kid took a line drive to the ribs
But was not fazed by what many had seemed
Would be another injury. But dibs
He called on seven innings; just two hits
And one run to his name. However, I
Regret to tell that offense called it quits
With just one run. The bullpen then said bye
To that small lead we had. In inning eight,
The defense was quite weird, and that allowed
A man of their’s to step upon home plate.
Another loss at home dismays the crowd.
I can’t say who will pitch tonight. I hope
It’s not another game that makes me mope.
A comeback? What is this thing that we’ve done?
It’s been so long since this team’s done that thing
Where in the ninth we trail, but then have won
By perseverance and a few good swings.
The blister struck again, so bullpen had
To record every out. Ultimately,
They rocked the boat though Hudson made me mad
And there was a home run for Max Muncy.
The ninth kicked off with Austin’s hit to right
And then a Forsythe single set the plate
For Kemp to double in and steal the night
Away. Then Kenley saved again! How great!
To sweep would be the dream, and Alex Wood
Will give a go to do it. Would be good!
Well, here we go again. Another loss
To a team that we really should not fail
Against. Though our bats tried to show who’s boss,
The bullpen had plans different to make stale
An effort to return to winning ways.
That comeback at the hands of Yaz and Max
Was valiant and does deserve much praise
Contrary to the pitchers’ rougher tracks.
However, I still feel quite in the dumps
But hope that this is just a lack of luck.
We should not be enduring all these bumps.
I find my tongue proclaiming that we suck.
But maybe this is where it turns around
And streak can end with Kenta on the mound.
I will not write a sonnet for each game
We’ve played so far. I simply must refuse
For this has been three awful nights of shame
In which the world feels laden by the blues.
A loss at Harvey’s hand. An offense dead.
A bullpen bad when needed. Cody’s bunt
Upon a 3-0 count. The bats have bled
Profusely at the plate. Is this a stunt?
A joke of terror laid upon L.A.?
It’s like this team forgot how to be good
With just the blink of eye. To watch them play
And lack the fire, makes me feel I should
Not have high hopes. But maybe when JT
Returns, we’ll be a happy family?
An inconsistent team we have right here.
Combine the wimpy bats with waning arms
Inside the pen, and you can give me fear
About the future. Closer to alarms
I get each time we cannot muster up
A single speck of progress. Profit from
This trip we haven’t. More like a death cup
That’s poisoned all our skills. This series summed
Up what we’ve done so far, and this includes
Such disappointing starts from most of team
And injuries that we could not have viewed
As happening. There’s barely any gleam.
A day off is much needed. This will do
Before we play the snakes. Will Hill come through?
The cycle of the bullpen: what a thrill.
One day, they finish off a hitless game
And then the next, they go against the will
Of victory. No reason for acclaim
Last night; not even Kenta could control.
The bats brought in ten hits, and runs were four.
Two 3-for-4 nights from Matt and Chris, stolen
By Josh Fields’ performance: dull and poor.
But not alone is he, since Hudson’s woes
Continued to increase his ERA.
Despite this game, I feel that Mexico’s
Been kind to us. But there’s still one to play.
It will be Ross who’ll get to toss the seams
And hopefully we’ll win, like in my dreams.
WELL THAT WAS UNEXPECTED! NOT A HIT
CAME FROM THE PADRES’ BATS; THANKS TO THE ARMS
OF WALKER, TONY, YIMI, ADAM. QUIT
IS WHAT WE MADE THE MAPLE DO WITH CHARMS!
THE TWENTY-THIRD IN OUR TEAM’S HISTORY
BUT ALSO ‘TWAS THE FIRST THAT WAS COMBINED.
IT’S TEAMWORK THAT WILL MAKE THE FANS AGREE
WITH FEELINGS SO FANTASTIC. HOW DECLINED
WE’VE SEEMED TO BE. WHAT’S UP WITH MEXICO
REVIVING ALL OUR SENSES? ¡MUY BIEN!
ESTOY FELIZ PORQUE YO RECUERDO
LAS VICTORIAS GRANDES TAMBIÉN.
AND THAT WAS JUST GAME ONE DOWN IN THE SOUTH!
NOW KENTA GETS A TRY TO TAKE’EM OUT!