In which the team has continued to tumble down a cliff.
First Pitch: 6:40 PM
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Know Yo’ Foe: Lookout Landing
If there’s one thing we’ve learned through the many years of embracing the Twins through our pity, it’s that the worried-frown recurring down offers no surprises. Not even for the weary sufferers among us. On this journey, it’s dreck only… all expected.
Well it’s a long, hard, tumbling and churning,
Constantly concerning, a crumble down.
A last-place slap in the face,
Blunder on a base like a bumble clown.
On a path toward exiting the races,
Pieing in the faces, a grumble frown.
A long, hard, tumbling and churning,
Stumble as we’re yearning for cure in town!
Minny baseball team
Went on a streak that made us dream.
Now we’re the losers, it would seem
A meme—
We scream.
And hitting’s full of gloom,
Fails in the clutch and makes us fume,
Bases-loaded trap and popped up air
Have obligated fans to enduring doom!
There are those who tend to superstitious,
Leaning to auspicious with hopeful fruits:
A desire to see division leaders,
Sturdy as the cedars in whom it roots!
Alas, many see disorder,
Ownership a hoarder with stuffed-up suits,
As the fanbase suffers in a season,
Certainly a reason it executes!
Meatball pitches dealt;
Bullpen arms were good then smelt.
Middle-middle fastballs dwelt;
We felt
A welt.
This blows for far too long;
Summer comes with swanlike song.
In a slump; can they get out?
We hope they will but fear we’re wrong.
Years past, here we had a pennant,
Celebrate the tenant of the dome.
Now we yearn for celebration,
Thirty years’ cessation here at home.
Sports teams rampant with dysfunction,
Choking at the junction, trundling on.
If a trophy’s what we’re after,
Suffering with laughter is all we’ve drawn!
Minny baseball team…
Hitting’s full of gloom…
Meatball pitches dealt…
(Hitting’s full of gloom…)
(Minny baseball team…)
Blows for far too long…
Still we like them, still we like them,
Still we like them, still we like them!
Well, it’s a long, hard, tumbling and churning,
Constantly concerning, a crumble down.
A last-place slap in the face,
Blunder on a base like a bumble clown.
On a path toward exiting the races,
Pieing in the faces, a grumble frown.
A long, hard, tumbling and churning,
Stumble as we’re yearning for cure in town!
original image via Los Angeles County High School for the Arts