Another outing fine for rocking Ross
Whom in six limited the flying team
To just one run and three meek hits. A boss
He was in Disney’s land! The only scream
From Angels’ bats was Trout the Great’s home run.
Well, neither team was loud upon the box
But our crew put up two more than their one
Thanks to Puig’s homer and JT’s orange locks.
Today we’ll see which Dodgers make the squad
To represent among the best of those
That let the pitchers hit. I pray to gods
Of baseball that Kemp gets to start the shows.
But also, we must wrap up freeway stint
With Wood tonight attempting to throw flint.
To drive us in to win, ’tis work of Matt
Again! An excellent start to July
Provided by four RBIs quite smacked
All over field. For once, I didn’t sigh
Because of pain or fear. Now even though
Sir Ross’ start was relatively rough,
The bats made sure the game would not give woe
And for the Rockies’ pen they made it tough!
One moment from Sir Puig adrenalized
All fans whence he went ’bout one-eighty feet
Upon an infield single. How surprised
The infield was when he could not be beat!
They say dead men do not tell any tales,
But “they” are in L.A.; pain if Wood fails.
Arms solid ’til the bullpen gave a slam
Up to opponent Baez. Quite a shot
That set us back immensely. Offense jammed
As well; not enough might to strike the dot.
Ross was quite nice and left when there was lead,
But that advantage was not safe for long.
A couple Puig mistakes also impeded
On our quest to write a triumph song.
Young Cody had a good night with the stick
But just one Dodger hot was not enough
To battle through the bullets of brick-
Wall lead to try to break through. Task quite tough!
Wood takes the job tonight to tranquilize
These fiery bears that want to snatch the prize.
Ross not of my concern, but bats were cracked
In half by Lester. Hits were hard to find
Under Chicago’s sky. To use word “smacked”
For Stripling’s effort would be out of mind.
An average outing thwarted by the need
And failure to supply runs for the board.
Cubs’ defense kept them comfy in the lead
Which didn’t help in sharpening our sword.
I see no reason why this sport is cruel
Consistently and frustrates like a thorn
That can’t be taken out without a tool.
To love this sport, you have to check your scorn.
Relax in the Big Apple for a day
And face the Mets tomorrow; Queens should pray.
Ross tosses like a warrior again!
Consistency has been his attribute
With many K’s and little walks, no pain
Exists whenever he’s the one to boot.
Not that much offense was required for
The victory. Attacks from bats of Matt
And Kiké, plus a run off an error
That brought in Yaz after Puig’s double spat
Upon the field like seagulls on the sand!
Last night, the bullpen seemed on top of all.
That April shot of Kenley has been banned
As he’s been saving games as if a wall!
Our first look at the maddest bum this year
And Alex Wood will try to bring some fear.
Trust placed in Ross, and ends achieved quite well!
United with an offense at their best
Contrasting game two’s bats that burned in hell;
Home runs from Logan, Max, and Kiké blessed
That hexagonal scoreboard out in right!
Another dominating day for Strip
Whose quality is of the tallest height
And makes it quick for us to get a grip.
Above .500 once again. To keep
That status is what I would wish to do.
Keep jumping, hitting blocks, get leads real steep
Without stress. How we’re getting closer to
First place again! I hope that spot is next.
Some Texans come tomorrow. Go be hexed!
Good time of day unto my gracious Ross
Who once again has dominated bats!
In his five frames, no run could be embossed
Upon the score. To complement the facts
Of pitching, credit due to all the team
That swung effectively. Joc launched one far
In inning two! Back then, it did not seem
But that was all we needed as the bar.
Ah, Angeles! The record looks quite swell!
The numbers even once again! And now
A chance to go above five hundred. Smell
The optimistic roses on the brow!
A new man making his debut tonight:
Sir Caleb Ferguson – Columbus might!