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!
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!
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!
Such rarity: a grand slam flew by Kersh!
‘Twas the first given up in his career!
Impressive swing by Altherr, though it hurts
To lose the game because of one big smear.
Surprise indeed came over everyone,
Especially the teammates who believed
That Clayton was incapable of stun.
But kudos to the batter who achieved.
Though two home runs kicked off the game for us,
That slam negated all offense we had.
Recently, it’s been giving me a fuss
And overall, this month I ain’t been glad.
I wrote this sonnet late – I know the fate
Of what happens tomorrow. Yu, I rate.
The slide has only given energy
As we go up and own with every part
By shutting down the team in ‘ole DC
And getting this series off to good start.
The Wood was not good, for he was so great
And only let four runners get on base.
Oh Puig, JT, and Seager held their weight
To give the lead a large amount of space.
Though Baez threw one scoreless, I still fear
Since he walked two, and that will not go well
In playoffs where no lead is safe and dear.
And when he’s slow, at him I seek to yell.
Four straight is possible, if Rich decides
To give the Nationals his highest tides.
Demoralized I feel; this spiral stings
Each time we have a lead then let it go.
A late night due to rain and some lightning,
And in return us fans received poor show.
So sad that Kenta was not sharp at all.
If he had been good, we just may have won
Since our bats raked. But bullpen’s seemed to stall
And cease their helpfulness. What must be done
To get a win at last? We need a charm
Since not even a JT bomb can lock
A victory. Each lost game brings me harm.
I have no clue how I still want to talk.
Tonight must be the night since Kershaw deals
In San Francisco. Bring sadness to seals!
An anti-wondrous way to start the day
Is tying the game up, then losing grip
Upon that draw – one swing, and it’s away.
So thank you Pedro for your pitch’s slip.
But props to Turner for his proud attempt
To never count us out. And Cody too,
Who tied the Dodgers rookie record, kempt
By Mike Piazza. Man, that guy was true.
The bullpen pitched all game, but failed to keep
A bad team down. It seems we’ve hit a bump
Upon the path to playoffs; need to leap
The obstacles and get out of the slump.
Now later in the day, Yu got game two.
Which version did we get? How did he do?