1 November 2017 (World Series, Game 7): I know it’s over. Still, I cling to hopes.

I know it’s over. Still, I cling to hopes
That this is all a nightmare in my head.
Look at the poet as he writes and mopes
With dreams of waking up saved in his bed.
An awful start from Yu shrouds me in thorns
Of agony, but that was not sole flaw.
Our bats were more like noodles; grabbed the horns
Is what we failed to do. We gave a gnaw
Against the score, but that was all achieved.
The season’s over. Failure in the end.
For the next four months, I will be bereaved
As not a single sonnet will be penned.
Goodbye, my boys in blue, until next year.
Still in my heart, this team has brought me cheer.


29 October 2017 (World Series, Game 5): The heartbreak stings. The tears are fresh. I’m numb.

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.

27 October 2017 (World Series, Game 3): An undesired day for Yu and friends

An undesired day for Yu and friends.
Four runs allowed in inning two were hard
To watch as all the man could do through lens
Was see that score go up and leave him scarred.
That incident ill-mannered really taints
A series that’s been good in every way.
Respect for Yu to not retaliate
And hope that Yuli learns from his display.
Maeda saved some pitches from the pen
And has been dominant throughout the month,
But urgency surrounds our blue-clad men
Tonight who seek to show that they’re not junk.
Led by Sir Wood, they’ll be. I hope he brings
Us one game closer to obtaining rings!

25 October 2017 (World Series, Game 2): An epic battle back-and-forth, but sad

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.

18 October 2017 (NLCS, Game 4): The broom will not be used against these bears

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!

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.

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!