23 June 2017: That’s eight straight times that fate has gone our way!

That’s eight straight times that fate has gone our way!
A great start to our hosting of the Rocks,
With Wood headlining keeping them at bay;
There was no use for them to clean their socks!
The offense bright again, but just one home
Run this time: that was Puig’s far-flying shot!
A healthy dose of base hits upped the ohm
Count; Cody’s RBIs, I’d not forgot!
The frights we had when Corey’s leg looked hurt
And prayers we sent to banish the severe.
But just a cramp it was – could be much worse!
So it is looking like we’ll have no fear!
Is nine the next streak that we will achieve?
With Kershaw on the mound, I do believe.

21 June 2017: Two bats of ours did mainly all the work

Two bats of ours did mainly all the work:
Sirs Puig and Yaz went deep to lead the charge!
The Cuban’s ball went far – the crowd bezerk;
Grandal, not once but twice, hit extra large!
Now even though Sir Rich did not succeed
In going more than five, the start was swell!
Got out of jams, he did as if a Swedish
Viking’s ghost posessed him to do well.
We’ve known that Puig can get on others’ nerves
And when you’re bleeding, that’s fun to watch!
Oh, back we are in first – so well deserved!
The feeling is as sweet as butterscotch!
A four-game sweep – why not? If Ryu rolls,
We’ll take another game with strong controls!

17 June 2017: A rout supported by the park so small!

A rout supported by the park so small!
The dingers flew from many bats for us,
Sirs Cody, Puig, and Joc produced them all!
And not a sign of power-stopping rust!
Though Ryu struggled here and there, he ‘scaped
From jams with dash of luck and fighter’s will!
The Reds unveiled Pete’s statue, but we draped
That introduction with our thirst for thrill!
So many times, the Reds had chance to score,
But one-for-seventeen they were those times.
The bullpen helped to make their offense poor
By letting just three touch; silenced the chimes.
A chance to sweep is on the radar screen,
If Kenta can deliver the routine.

13 June 2017: In slugger Cody we have placed our trust!

In slugger Cody we have placed our trust!
Delivered us his power once again
By breaking tie in eighth with such a bust,
Then chugging up another like a train!
A below-average start by Kershaw’s rules
Was still enough to help us take the win!
The bullpen, minus Hatcher who just drools,
Was able to, when game was close, stay in!
And though two birds occurred by Puig’s strong hands,
We now have tied the Denvermen up top.
So we will keep on cheering from the stands
And hope to show that we’re cream of the crop.
Two pitchers strong will take the hills today,
McCarthy versus Kluber: what a play!

28 May 2017: Upon the floor, I found the hair of bears

Upon the floor, I found the hair of bears
While sweeping! Though our ace did not do well,
Our offense, which used to hit lefties scarce,
Created, for Jon Lester, pitcher’s hell!
Four shots by Dodger Blue that breached the wall,
And three from Maddon’s crew to up the count.
But Puig’s one went the furthest of them all
And helped us in our journey to dismount
The Rockies from division’s highest point.
Another key this game was our bullpen,
Who did not let a hit – effort conjoint!
Then Kenley came to shut down in the end.
Missouri morning waits for them to show
Today as Rich is eager to unload.

23 May 2017: An epic battle that we won at last

An epic battle that we won at last
In thirteen grueling frames of “who’ll strike first?”
And in the end, Sir Logan cleared the past
To double into right; the game dispersed.
King Clayton dominated in his nine,
Though one wild throw destroyed his shutout chance.
Ten strikeouts and three hits; he struck their spine
And put them in a non-offensive trance.
A pitcher’s duel it was, with Grandal’s shot
Being the only other run for us.
Our prayers go out to bobblehead man Joc
Who left after crashing with Puig the Bus.
We’ll face the birds we hate again tonight,
As Hill comes back to wage another fight.

19 May 2017: The fish are whiny when we dominate

The fish are whiny when we dominate
And Wood did that in over seven frames.
His scoreless streak is over twenty straight
And seems like he can hit each spot he aims.
Sir Taylor shone again with beastly stick,
Three hits in four at-bats as leadoff man.
But Puig was forced to leave with back too sick
Though Eibner solved that problem with a jam.
A strange event, though, after Cody’s nuke,
For the next better was drilled in the ribs.
So throwing behind Stanton – our rebuke
Against the team so childish, wearing bibs.
The series at least tied, so Julio
Will throw game three and we’ll go with the flow.