“Do we call this a ‘Bo Derek’?” We do now.
(thanks to Minnesota1952 for providing the bank head — it’s like COTG, but better!)
Hey, how did Chicago die?
Thwarting nine tries, we beat those teams.
(The poor batting teams.)
We had ‘em quick and dead, and luck came
At the field and plate too
(And that’s rad!)
And we were plating many bushels of runs
While we ripped off a mad race;
We’d a team they thought was awful:
In fact, we took a short rest and began to score and score
(The score?)
It seemed we’re done:
Our pain was on the board, so we had to change it:
Now we’ve got a thickened-pork-lookin’ thing waiting for us!
Every day we hurry all game:
We’re all parading, scoring bushels of runs
And now we’re waiting: did we push it enough?
Someone waits to kick our tush if we’re done.
So we play until the endgame;
We’re out here plating quick and pushing it rough,
We’re parading, make ‘em shush in a huff:
Doing great whenever push comes to glove!
Yo, never got ahead until the seventh: not clean,
But survivin’ through Ober’s quick sextet: now let’s get mean!
Stronger arms on field and mound and bats with pop filled:
We can’t keep stumblin’, get it done and hit it through still:
Their fans are crumblin’, dead of fun; we’ll get a boo still.
But then instead of folding, started scoring:
Now we’ve got a thickened-pork-lookin’ thing waiting for us!
Every day we hurry all game:
We’re all parading, scoring bushels of runs
And now we’re waiting: did we push it enough?
Someone waits to kick our tush if we’re done.
So we play until the endgame;
We’re out here plating quick and pushing it rough,
We’re parading, make ‘em shush in a huff:
Doing great whenever push comes to glove!
Told ‘em we’d be popping off with power,
Scoring right!
Yeah, our offense starts to bake in a whirl,
It’s dong time — it’s dong time!
And just as Plouffe was talkin’,
Chicago’s pitcher came to throw: we had him,
And AK was poppin’!
Yeah, he got a nod from Kirilloff
(Chicago must be feelin’ off)
Just as he said!
Alex Kiriloff kept his promise to @trevorplouffe for the second year in a row! pic.twitter.com/WN0basXxmc
— Jomboy Media (@JomboyMedia) May 1, 2024
(Waiting for us!)
Miranda thrived, his hits were treble, you know
And Castro flied, hitting rebel:
We played with more than nine: pinch hits from Kyle and Ryan:
Adding Alex, that’s our STUDS you know, know, know!
(Waiting for us!)
Though seeing Byron hurt (yet agile, you know)
And umps that fly with egos fragile,
Today was more than fine in final score:
DUDS? Just leave ‘em at the door.
Scoring nine times?
Yeah, it was more than nine times
And now we might be coming for you:
We’ll be facing the Boston scrap pile.
(Or are they good now?)
And BH gets the Comment (spoke on Boushley):
Now we’ve got a thickened-pork-lookin’ thing waiting for us!
Every day we hurry all game:
We’re all parading, scoring bushels of runs
And now we’re waiting: did we push it enough?
Someone waits to kick our tush if we’re done.
So we play until the endgame;
We’re out here plating quick and pushing it rough,
We’re parading, make ‘em shush in a huff:
Doing great whenever push comes to glove!
(Waiting for us!)
Miranda thrived, his hits were treble, you know
And Castro flied, hitting rebel:
We played with more than nine: pinch hits from Kyle and Ryan:
Adding Alex, that’s our STUDS you know, know, know!
(Waiting for us!)
Miranda thrived, his hits were treble, you know
And Castro flied, hitting rebel:
We played with more than nine: pinch hits from Kyle and Ryan:
Adding Alex, that’s our STUDS: let’s go, go, go!