The heartbreak stings. The tears are fresh. I’m numb.
That rollercoaster last night has me drained.
So many times, it seemed that we would come
Back from behind. Now all my hope is stained.
Real comfortable I felt when we were far
Ahead at the beginning. Then, Kersh fell
Apart like a poorly-constructed car.
My heart broke when I saw his face unwell.
Beyond belief is this experience
Of never knowing what will happen next.
My stress is too damn high; I’m on the fence
As all these games have left me so perplexed.
It’s do or die. Tomorrow, back at home
Will Rich command the pace and SAVE US FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.
In His World Series debut, Kershaw choked
The bats of Houston like a boa’s bind!
As Sandy watched apprentice, joy evoked
Whenever strike three rang throughout the mind!
A speedy game we witnessed! Not a lot
Of offense all around, but on the first
Pitch of the game for Keuchel, Taylor thought
It would be nice to take him deep! That burst
Was mirrored in the sixth when game was tied
And JT knocked in two with one real high!
Then Morrow dealt a 1-2-3 of pride,
And Kenley did his job of saying “Bye!”
Now the first game’s been won, but there are three
More needed. Rich, take hill and bend the knee!
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?
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!
For Promised Land we want! JT’s up front
To lead the way as Ginger Moses, ail
The pitching snakes by driving in five runs
Including three that quickly tipped the scales!
Now Kershaw, whom we trust, was good enough
But not the stellar instrument we know,
For he gave up four solo shots. ‘Tis rough
By Clayton’s standards. Thankfully our flow
Of offense went beyond the bearded man.
Yasiel and Corey both batted in two,
And when Puig got on base he just began
To be a kid and to his heart be true!
Tonight the fight continues. Rich Hill rakes
And takes the mound – I pray for no mistakes!
The most victorious in L.A.’s time!
Additionally, we have clinched home field
Advantage all the way in autumn’s climb.
And at the end, the bracket has been sealed.
Uncanny Kershaw was not near his best,
So bullpen took the ropes for final five
And kept their bats from opening like chest
At Port Royal. Productive outs contrived
By Chris pushed us into the needed lead!
Another shot from Puig that spurred some cheers
Since Dodger fans go everywhere we tread!
A four-out Kenley save then soothed our gears.
The final game of season comes today
And matter it does not, so drink away!
The ace has dominated yet again
With eight frames and just one run ‘gainst his name.
Recording strikeout two hundred – a reign
That no Dodger pitcher has to their fame!
Blue bats were mainly led by Yaz Grandal
And his three RBIs, including one
Dinger that flew so far and very tall!
The game was quick! But we’re still on the run.
To keep on winning is our biggest goal
If we want home’s advantage all the way.
The Cleveland team is creeping on our stroll
Into the fall; now’s not time to decay!
Yu’s final home start is tonight. He’ll deal
To San Diego’s dads and make them squeal.