An early lead and another Wednesday win!
Lazy day summers just watching the Twins
In hope that these ballgames would lead on to wins.
They line up the batters, send out the D,
But overly often, the win’s absentee.
‘Cause across Minnesota, our sports have been cursed,
Convinced that our luck is the worst.
How many times have we hoped and appealed?
Can we pull off a win in our field?
Play in our field: our prospects are low,
Luck has been awful, patience can’t flow.
Still we come out to our field
Just watching the Twins in every row.
Play in our field tends to render one numb:
Major League seasons conclude with us glum.
We dream of a swing, a champion’s ring;
Maybe it comes, but what will now bring?
A banger from Wallner that’s left the crowd awed;
For Ryan, an All-Star Game nod.
A long Festa start where each out is a breeze:
We pray this is one of more strong memories
Here in our field: though prospects are low,
Luck has been awful, patience can’t flow,
Still we come out to our field
Just watching the Twins in every row.
Up in the broadcast with Morny and Plouffe,
The vet helps the rookie: their dialogue’s proof.
Our Northeast Nagurski gets the Comment du Jour.
The team has been winning — will they hold? I’m not sure.
Suddenly out comes the closer Duran,
And all through the seats, we believe that we can.
A liner to right and it lands in the glove:
It’s a win for this team that we love!
Here in our field, Minnesota’s aglow;
We mightn’t know what is next, but what we know we can show!
So we come out to our field
Just watching the Twins in every row!