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!
Oh Ross, what ruckus must you bring around?
Content we were before their bats took back
The lead we fought to bring into our ground,
But two home runs allowed creates a crack.
Rich Hill – we see your steel, as tough as nails!
A fastball to the throat did not defeat
Your soul, for you got up with just bruised sails
And did your job before you took a seat!
Productive, Cody was with his three hits,
And Austin hit with clutch, but it was not
Enough since Ross did not possess sharp wits.
Still, in this series, victory is sought.
Ryu takes arms today – last time he pitched
Was stunning to behold…is he bewitched?
And yet again, Sir Seager saves the day!
Advantage taken of the walks allowed
That loaded up the bases: oh hooray!
And how the slam took us from soft to loud!
Since Stripling and Ryu had rougher days,
‘Twas looking like a sweep would not occur.
But by the two home runs of Cody’s way
And other sweet events, we did conquer!
Then Kenley came to save the same real quick
Recording his two hundredth career save!
An all-around comeback that’s sure to stick
And put a smile upon the face of Dave!
Another day to rest before our ace
Will take the mound in Cleveland to debase.
Another blanking of the bears in blue!
The pitching and the offense strong again
Despite not hitting until Kiké’s two-
Bagger in inning four, then was brought in
By Chase the Sage, who knocked in three in all;
His powers have arisen from the dust!
Beside him was Chris Taylor; o’er the wall
Did he send one that made John Lackey cuss!
McCarthy’s six saw barely any hits
And not a single run from Wrigley’s squad!
Then Stripling pitched for three in blue-clad blitz
To get the save, and for that, we applaud.
A sweep on the horizon of L.A.,
And likely since King Clayton throws today!
What often is our strength was not last night,
For our bullpen could not control our lead.
Sir Wood gave six innings of one-hit might
And offense had supplied the runs we need.
In fact, young Corey hit a ball real far:
‘Tis tied with Gallo for the farthest dong
This season. But ‘tis sad our rookie star,
Sir Cody, in the leadoff, can’t get on.
But Sergio allowed the first to them,
And then Baez came in to blow the save.
Sir Ross received the loss in inning ten;
Our lead shook out of nowhere, like a tidal wave.
To win the series, not, but we can tie.
And at the hand of Julio, we’ll fly.
Another disappointing loss has hit
The Dodgers, who are now two games below
.500, just a few weeks in. To quit
This slump is critical, of course they know.
Maeda has not found his groove, instead
Deliv’ring messages that bounce right back
Into the stands (four times). I long to shred
These games from memory. But we attacked
During the sixth, scored three and came within
One run, but ultimately got no lead.
Relievers Hatch and Strip—they failed to thin
The D-backs’ runs, allowing five to bleed.
Today we face a righty—‘tis our strength,
So please, McCarthy, can you go the length?