Twins at Boston. Twins 4, Boston 2.
Yesterday our bats were flailing,
And off our bullpen the balls were sailing.
Oh it was hard
When Nomar went yard,
And the Twins, they sure were ailing.
One loss, or the start of a streak?
Two-in-a-row would make Batgirl feel bleak.
But, lo! three singles in a row
Off starter Derek Lowe—
A promising beginning it did bespeak.
Two double plays, the Twins tried to hit in,
Yet defensive practice the BoSox failed to fit in;
Just a force out for Corey,
Another for Torii,
And two runs in scorecards were writ in.
“A lead for me!” Silva shouted with a cackle,
“Though this Boston line-up is hard to tackle.
Manny, Ortiz, and Nomar
Can hit the ball hard and far—
But I fear not, I am Carlos the Jackal!”
“A walk here, a hit there—it does not matter
As long as you get out the next batter.
To Joe Roa and to Aaron,
This lesson I’ll be sharin’—
It’s better when the baserunners you scatter.”
But a 2-0 lead, is it enough?
That Boston line-up is awfully tough;
Bellhorn dines on yak
And it’s horsemeat for Varitek
While the Twins eat marshmallow fluff.
Then Johnny “Unfrozen Cave Man” Damon
On a Corey hit, too far he came in.
On his beard he did trip,
From his glove the ball drip'd,
And to Corey, a double they gave him.
Then up to bat came Torii;
On the first pitch he saw his quarry.
The ball, he did bean
Over the Monster that is Green—
Think he’ll get some ESPN glory?
But that wasn’t the only homer tonight
Boston, they did give Silva a fright
Long went Bellhorn, then Nixon
On another win the Sox were fixin’—
But, oh, our bullpen would end their night.
For on sauntered Boo Berry the Dominator,
And that hard slider did beautifully crater.
I pity the foo’
Who faces our precious Boo--
He turned the Mighty Sox into playa haters.
Our closer then came on to pitch
And, sure, that lead-off double was a glitch
But then the Sox went down, one two three
And in the dugout, they all did agree—
Count Chocula’s fastball’s a bitch.
“That was a good win,” said Gardy
“My boys, you were steadfast and hardy.
We should get to bed soon,
We face Wakefield at noon—
But right now, my Twins, let’s party.”