A desk in a classroom, 2 p.m.,
Watching the shouts of the students,
A check of a window (can’t watch early game)…
It’s already gone.
Bases are loaded, four come across, while
Twins at the plate cannot hit ‘em.
Came in today with a streak in play
Then three more errors, all from Gray,
Nay, sweeper:
Nay, sweeper:
Nay, sweeper.
The brilliance of Erick Fedde should be the story: He toyed with the Twins at bat like a predator’s quarry. Blew through the team who cannot hit, To the team, he would not quit:
Came in today with a streak in play,
Then early innings sent it stray;
Don’t thank them — it still sucks,
Nay, sweeper.
The later innings fly,
It’s no question to why.
To get a laugh, Comments might:
Goose, minimal fielding.
Knew with this team they’d only split,
To the team, feeling like shit.
Came in today with a streak in play
Which Pale Chicago put away;
Don’t thank them — it still sucks.
Get up on the plane to old Mizzou,
Determine there’s anything you can do;
Why this antagony, agony?
Nay, sweeper:
Nay, sweeper:
Nay, sweeper:
Nay, sweeper:
Nay, sweeper.
