Pundits may cry, “Playoffs are nigh!”
Yet what of the hapless “Boys of September?”
Is theirs the flame,
Or merely the dying
Ember?
Consider Gio, or Neo.
Bryce, or Trice,
Morse, or Gorse?
Certainly had these and their comrades
Evil twins, bouncing flyballs
off their
Wrists, or behaving as foolishly
as if having
Trysts!
Nay, I still believe in Nats Town,
tho’ if i stumble and call them
“Senators,” who is the wiser?
Still I dream of championship pennants,
Dangling from the risers of
Nats Park,
and burn mystic sage to further
guard my diamond heroes
From the modern day Neroes
of Philly and Hotlanta.
Remember ye, of not enough faith,
Bernardina is a Shark,
Not a Manta.
On with the championship-
May naught sink our crystal
Ship!!