29 September 2017: Unpleasant times in Denver high, such woe

Unpleasant times in Denver high, such woe.
The Colorado offense bashed us in
And with one more win, Wild Card they’ll go.
But we still need to play the violin
With grace, and Ryu’s help at Coors fell short
Along with other pitchers after him.
Our offense stymied; why could we not thwart
And counter with our sticks? Why must a grim
Mist travel with this team? We still have not
Secured home-field advantage all the way
Since Cleveland is one back. So someone ought
To get real hot and clear away the grey!
Messiah Kershaw’s last start comes tonight;
A tune-up for the bleaker autumn fight.

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23 September 2017: The day before was better; bats were bare

The day before was better; bats were bare
Last night as we faced MadBum. Almost all
The way were shut down, until Barnes squared
And sent it into stands, over the wall.
That solo shot was not enough to tie,
And Ryu only got out seven guys.
Then later on, McCarthy came to try
And did alright, returning like one wise.
Feelings of discouragement at the end
When Puig decided to steal second base.
Doc was not pleased and made it known. Depend
We can’t on those bad choices in this race.
Our last game ‘gainst the Giants is this afternoon,
And Kershaw’s in to start, oh what a boon!

20 September 2017: An all-around bullpen catastrophe

An all-around bullpen catastrophe
Has unleashed yet again, delaying clinch
Of NL West; more delay to our glee.
Each game’s annoying like a little pinch.
The combined efforts of Ross and Luis
Kept champagne in the bottles. Such disgrace
Since our offense brought all they could to cease
This anxious aura. Shoot me into space
Since we have lost this series to the worst
Team in the league, besides San Francisco.
If we get swept, ’tis time to call the hearse
Since my impatience deals a fatal blow.
Please block the brooms – oh pitchers, do your best
As Kenta leads your charge the cross the quest!

19 September 2017: So hideous has Pedro been these days

So hideous has Pedro been these days,
And giving up four runs in two outs does
Not help the counterargument of “phase”
As it instead surrounds him with bad buzz.
Clearly, two runs were not to enough to beat,
So bats could have done better in that spot.
Though Darvish did okay and threw real neat,
It’s no excuse for offense not to plot!
A bases-clearing double from Hoskins
Was Pedro’s bane, just like so many hits
Against him, robbing us of many wins.
I hope he does not throw in ‘tober’s blitz.
Again, I know how tomorrow will end.
But pretend I have hope since Wood we send.

18 September 2017: Such rarity: a grand slam flew by Kersh!

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.

17 September 2017: Unfortunately, we did not use brooms

Unfortunately, we did not use brooms
To say goodbye to nation’s capital.
The bullpen’s fallout has emitted fumes
That beckon me to cover up in wool.
At Stripling’s fault, Zimmerman knocked it out
And tamed our rediscovered wild ways.
Ryu was not bad, but could not get out
Of the fourth inning – just one of those days.
Our only offense came from Logan’s hit
That brought in Puig. The bullpen worries me,
For this team we must face again with grit
Or else, no rings for us; that won’t bring glee.
To Philadelphia, the team will go
And starting off with Kershaw can’t be woe.

11 September 2017: Demoralized I feel; this spiral stings

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!