24 June 2017: Oh nine, so fine! We’re rolling like a stone

Oh nine, so fine! We’re rolling like a stone,
But uphill is our climb – no stopping us!
It’s such a treat to lay back in our throne
Without having to witness any fuss!
Six frames did Clayton go – no runs allowed,
Despite the sticky jams he got into.
His confidence made sure there was no cloud
To hover over such a coming through!
A knock from Joc assisted in the quest,
And so did Clayton’s bases loaded walk!
Grandal and Kiké’s singles also blessed
The score, and in the end we upped our stock!
A sweep lurks in the crystal ball today,
McCarthy’s on the hill – do good, I pray.

19 June 2017: “Would you like two more bombs?” asked Bellinger

“Would you like two more bombs?” asked Bellinger.
Replied we did with “yes” and so he swung!
To right field did the shots get delivered,
So other sluggers might as well have hung
The white flag! Though our ace was not himself,
Sir Clayton did enough to hold our lead.
The bullpen back to its consistent help
Created for our closer no such need.
Sir Turner also sparked the skies with grace!
Some ribbies here and there to spice it up
Like peppers; lesser was not Taylor’s place
Whose two-for-five was sweet just like syrup.
So hot we are, so people place your bets
Tonight, since B-Mac looks to beat the Mets!

13 June 2017: In slugger Cody we have placed our trust!

In slugger Cody we have placed our trust!
Delivered us his power once again
By breaking tie in eighth with such a bust,
Then chugging up another like a train!
A below-average start by Kershaw’s rules
Was still enough to help us take the win!
The bullpen, minus Hatcher who just drools,
Was able to, when game was close, stay in!
And though two birds occurred by Puig’s strong hands,
We now have tied the Denvermen up top.
So we will keep on cheering from the stands
And hope to show that we’re cream of the crop.
Two pitchers strong will take the hills today,
McCarthy versus Kluber: what a play!

7 June 2017: Oh Kershaw, blest you are the King of kings

Oh Kershaw, blest you are the King of kings
For dominating enemies so well!
And to the Nats, your pitch selection brings
A fear they’ll end up in a circ of hell!
Against another ace did our team go,
But this time batters overcame the hill.
It started in the sixth with Seager’s blow
To tie it up, and later on we grilled
By brazier as Yasmani doubled in
Gonzalez to accomplish rally’s goal!
Then Kenley came to finish off the win
And satisfy the fans’ collective soul!
A day off’s what they need, so time to ‘lax
And take in just one day of sportless pax.

2 June 2017: Young Cody gave his strength at last to lift

Young Cody gave his strength at last to lift
The Boys from losing to a brewing team!
The extras brought by Grandal’s very swift
Fly ball into right field; so bright the gleam!
But Kershaw’s arm was fire as he passed
The two-thousand K mark, as fourteen Brewers
Sat down due to failing Clayton’s class
By not hitting the ball with their wood skewers.
Then when ‘twas time to close Milwaukee’s door,
We called on Kenley for his services.
Six outs he got and we needed no more;
Oh why can’t every game be just like this?
We’re still in first, and Rich will do his best
To keep us there today…another test.

28 May 2017: Upon the floor, I found the hair of bears

Upon the floor, I found the hair of bears
While sweeping! Though our ace did not do well,
Our offense, which used to hit lefties scarce,
Created, for Jon Lester, pitcher’s hell!
Four shots by Dodger Blue that breached the wall,
And three from Maddon’s crew to up the count.
But Puig’s one went the furthest of them all
And helped us in our journey to dismount
The Rockies from division’s highest point.
Another key this game was our bullpen,
Who did not let a hit – effort conjoint!
Then Kenley came to shut down in the end.
Missouri morning waits for them to show
Today as Rich is eager to unload.

23 May 2017: An epic battle that we won at last

An epic battle that we won at last
In thirteen grueling frames of “who’ll strike first?”
And in the end, Sir Logan cleared the past
To double into right; the game dispersed.
King Clayton dominated in his nine,
Though one wild throw destroyed his shutout chance.
Ten strikeouts and three hits; he struck their spine
And put them in a non-offensive trance.
A pitcher’s duel it was, with Grandal’s shot
Being the only other run for us.
Our prayers go out to bobblehead man Joc
Who left after crashing with Puig the Bus.
We’ll face the birds we hate again tonight,
As Hill comes back to wage another fight.