The offense had midweek sleepiness and the Guardians rode the 7th to a Cleveland win.
Came to face the Guardians, stern resolve now hardens,
Fans all come down, watch the team try to score.
And as the game gets goin’, pitchers hard are throwin’:
You, you, you pickin’ up that bat for?
Pablo’s hurlin’ sweepers, make the fans cry “Jeepers!”;
Fourteen in a row defeated, quickly shown the door.
Moundsmen are controllin’, offense isn’t rollin’:
You, you, you pickin’ up that bat for?
Hammering no offering, balls staying in the park:
Someone take a stride, give a ride or two… Who, who, who?
Wantin’ a petition for any score addition:
You, you, you pickin’ up that bat for?
Pitchers fielding errantly, ball straying from the mark;
We can say we tried, weary-eyed and blue… blue, blue, blue.
Seventh inning fumbled, the chance of winning crumbled:
You, you, you pickin’ up that bat for?
Stewart, offense DUDS to see; Keirsey, Brooks are STUDLY;
Kirilloff in Comments greeted Soo as “Total Score.”
Dropped the game to Cleveland, now it’s time to leave land:
You, you, you pickin’ up that bat for?