An epic battle back-and-forth, but sad
It is that in the end, we did not win.
So many balls sailed far; the bats were rad!
Insanity came at the ninth inning
When Kenley let a shot to tie the game.
Then in the bottom, Cody barely missed
A walk-off shot; the wind is what I blame!
Then Josh Fields sucked and two straight shots were dished.
But next, Puig crushed the candy, brought us close,
Then Kiké brought in Logan: tie revived!
B-Mac then let two score. Hope did not doze
When Charlie made it close! But end arrived.
Exhausted is my state, I need a rest.
Yu’s got game 3; I pray he does his best.
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!
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!
I thought the derby was back in July,
But I guess it continued yesterday
In Queens since we hit five into the sky!
Indeed, it seems, the bats came out to play.
Sir Rich got real unlucky in the first
And our offense did not hit ’til the sixth,
Which is when the power began to burst
By adding many dingers to the mix!
The best-played fifty games in history
Of our great franchise – heavens! what a run.
The total of victories: forty three,
And maybe counting? Scenes if we can stun!
Another Sunday night to watch our team.
We’ll see if Ryu repeats what we dream!
The magic from the first half’s still alive!
Down to the wire did the team persist
As Puig launched far a ball upon a drive!
It was his second bomb that day he kissed!
Our loss of lead earlier in the game,
Due to B-Mac’s rough day, did not prevent
An ending filled with sadness, doubt, and shame
Where all our hopes for triumph would be spent.
As Dave proclaimed when talking ’bout the win,
“Big players make big plays in big moments.”
That seems to be a theme for this season,
And everything is starting to make sense.
Can we keep up the mojo that we have?
It’s up to Alex Wood – today’s mound nav!
Each sector of team went ‘bove the call
And thrashed the Padres each and every way.
Of Rich’s starts, this was the best of all:
In seven, K’d eleven swung astray.
The back-to-back was brought to you by Corey
And our favorite ginger in the world.
Again did Chris Taylor add slam to story
Sending Padres fans in balls so curled.
Oh Logan, can’t forget his four-for-five
Against the lefties (what he’s paid to do)!
We had no fear this game of staying ‘live
And came out with an even brighter view!
So Kenta starts tomorrow. Let us hope
That one mistake will not lead to a slope.