And now, each team is one win from the gold.
We figured out Verlander to prolong
This Series of a lifetime! Now we’ve rolled
Into November for the final song.
The first five frames were frightening. Hill just
Went less than five, but was not terrible.
Chase took a hit by pitch; part of his lust.
That kept alive the chance to save the world!
Chris tied it up with double! Corey sac’d
To take the lead! Then next frame, Joctober
Continued with an oppo bomb so whacked!
Then Kenley pitched 6 outs to say “over.”
Tonight’s the final stand. Le jeu ultime.
May baseball gods bless Yu to lead This Team.
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.
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!
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!
Break out the brooms! This team is moving on
As Yu outpitched our former friend, now snake.
The only stain for Darvish was a dong
And afterwards, bullpen made no mistake!
Young Cody shone both with the bat and glove
By grounding in a run then sending one
The other way! Then unlike graceful dove,
He fell into the dugout – caught the bun!
Insurance came from Barnes; his laser zoomed
Through Chase’s space! And then in inning nine
When Kenley entered, snakes knew they were doomed!
And “How Sweep It Is!” was the Times’ headline!
So now, we wait to face the Cubs or Nats.
For the meantime, fans keep wearing your hats!
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!
Now I remember how it feels to win!
Surprising from the pen, but I will take
The opposite of loss! I wear a grin
Originating from a state of shake.
Now Kenta wasn’t sharp, but to my joy
The bullpen’s six were for the most part smooth.
To close it off, a four-out Kenley ploy
To save the game and reaffirm the truth.
The magic number’s one, today we can
Assure the West is ours thanks to Andre
And Cody for their seventh-inning span
Of scoring. To that, I shall sing ‘Hooray!’
On Tommy’s day of birth, the greatest gift
Would be Hill pitching us to clinch so swift!