13 July 2018: Oh, marvelous and stressful spectacle!

Oh, marvelous and stressful spectacle
Between the teams said to be in same land!
Atop we stay but dialectical
I will not get for I must praise how grand
Sir Muncy’s been! He homered first to right
Last night and then when down did save again
By single bringing in two. Quite a fight
The Halos manifested in the end.
But following Ohtani’s double deep
And then a single making corners full,
Max shone again by casting Heaven’s Leap
Through 6-4-3! Another win to cull!
Wood seeks to claim a win tonight at last
And hopes by batters his throws will have passed!

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11 July 2018: Again has Kenta made the night real nice!

Again has Kenta made the night real nice!
The nastiest split-finger in the game
Most likely goes to him. He struck out nine
Once more; ’tis helped him gain his earned acclaim.
But arms alone do not win games, and Matt
Was one of those who brought in runs to get
That victory! And also Logan’s bat
Helped out tonight! We also owe some debt
To Padres’ defense, who at times gave gifts
Unto our runners. What an awful pack
Of gloves down south! Seems built up by some thrifts.
And since snakes lost, we’re now a half-game back!
An All-Star starts tonight! His name is Ross
And rhyme with boss again? Nah. He’ll throw sauce!

9 July 2018: At last, sweet Toles is back! ‘Tis hard to miss

At last, sweet Toles is back! ‘Tis hard to miss
When his impact’s immediately felt
With two hits that made up the sealing kiss
Of victory for Kershaw’s decent melt
Composed of ash and maple from the sticks
In San Diego’s hands. ‘Tis good to see
His slow return to righteous wrath and tricks
Unlike a single pitcher that can flee!
But back to Toles; my goodness, it’s been long
Since he could make us smile with his charm
And spark that makes each player do less wrong.
I hope he stays forever out of farm!
Recovered from his neck pain, Rich I hope
You’ve done just that. More DL? I can’t cope.

7 July 2018: Another outing fine for rocking Ross!

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.

4 July 2018: The seven seas be swept by many swings!

The seven seas be swept by many swings!
Such energy akin to fireworks
That burst throughout the air last night. With wings
Did baseballs fly by Chris & Grandal’s smirks!
Three RBIs from each proved just enough
For Rich to pitch a game I’d call quite nice.
He ran the bases like a cheetah! Rough
Would be an insult to his speedy spice.
Hope I have that his awkward slide will not
Return him to the list of men in pain.
Much closer to division lead we’ve gotten
But today we’ll just relax near reign.
A gallop on the freeways to the place
Where angels get to fly around in space.

3 July 2018: Crank power to the Max and send it far!

Crank power to the Max and send it far
Beyond the demons’ reaches! Muncy shines
So bright that eyes are blinded like a star
Directly in the vision without blinds!
He hit two bombs to raise his total to
A dozen plus an ocho. Can’t believe
This man and also how this team can do
So well today but sometimes make me grieve.
How Kershaw was consistent yet again!
To take it easy on his back it seems
Is an objective of this quest for pain
Removed completely with World Series dreams!
Hope that our fireworks today are loud
With Rich being a silencer so proud!

2 July 2018: My goodness, what a rout that I have seen!

My goodness, what a rout that I have seen!
There was no wrong as everything was right!
Kemp led the bashing of runs seventeen
With five hits to his name; oh what a night
For everyone in lineup. Twenty-one
Hits made it possible to sink the ship
That sailed in from the east. Absurd but fun
Shall be describing phrase. Oh, what a trip.
And though the arms did not need to be sharp,
Sirs Wood and Ferguson still fared quite well.
A win for former; save for latter. Scarp
Has formed upon the Pirates’ beach – such hell!
Their dread may just persist into the night
Since Kershaw’s on the poop deck post of height!