A Twist of JP Lime: Pennant Fever – A Baseball Poem


 

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September, October, and sometimes November…
Each game matters much more than April, May, June…
What happens before July isn’t remembered…
But when Autumn nears, time to break out the brooms…
‘Cause with Playoffs at stake, what worse than defeat…
Is an oh so embarrassing 3-0 series sweep…
Fans cheer intensely so their team doesn’t lose…
And of course when it does comes a chorus of boos…
That fastball is trash if isn’t a strike…
That catcher’s a scrub if he can’t call a game…
If the shortstop can’t hit, that shortstop’s all hype…
If the pinch-hitter whiffs, the coach is to blame…
But hit a bloop single, “the man” you become…
A line drive double means you are a star…
Those 9th inning triples that drive in clutch runs…
Ensure your free drinks all month at the bar…
Home runs are iconic, grand slams are divine…
A pitcher’s a God when he strikes out the side…
A defensive gem sets the ballpark ablaze…
A beautiful 6,4,3 double-play…
When numbers are magic and blunders are tragic…
When everything centers around The Fall Classic…
Whether AL or NL we become believers…
‘Till the World Series is clinched, we all have Pennant Fever…
Play Ball!!!

Kansas City Royals celebrates their 4-3 win against the Toronto Blue Jays in Game 6 of baseball's American League Championship Series on Friday, Oct. 23, 2015, in Kansas City, Mo. (AP Photo/Jae C. Hong)

 

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