apologies to ol' Billy Boy)
Shall i compare thee to a baseball game?
I might as well despite your sullen glare,
The lineups have each player's place and name
And if you wait a moment, those i'll share:
Minnesota Twins:
0. Dylan Bundy (R) P
1. Luis Arraez (L) 2B
2. Carlos Correa (R) SS
3. Max Kepler (L) RF
4. Gio Urshela (R) 3B
5. Alex Kirilloff (L) 1B
6. Gary Sanchez (R) DH
7. Trevor Larnach (L) LF
8. Ryan Jeffers (R) C
9. Nick Gordon (L) CF
Arizona Diamondbacks
0. Luke Weaver (R) P
1. Daulton Varsho (L) RF
2. Alek Thomas (L) CF
3. Josh Rojas (L) 3B
4. C. Walker (R) 1B
5. David Peralta (L) LF
6. Buddy Kennedy (R) 2B
7. Pavin Smith (L) DH
8. Carson Kelly (R) C
9. Geraldo Perdomo (S) SS
With innings nine each team has equal chance
To hit the ball and make it safely home
The box score tells the action at a glance
It's not short concise, no treatise nor a tome.
But you, i don't know where i should begin
You got the heat, change ups, and curves.
I can only check my swing, no hope to win.
Or swing the check for more hors d'oeuvres.
Alright, calm down, and do you have to shout?
I went too far and now i get thrown out.
Er...
Man, how long has it been since i have written anything beyond a haiku (or limerick)?
Play ball!