A Visit to the Wild Card Playoffs
'Twas the night 'fore the playoffs
And all through the Web
Not a feature was missing
And playoff rosters were set
No ad was omitted
To warrant a click of the mouse
Nor the hissing of fans
To negatory the house
The fridge had been well stocked
'Fore they all retired
With beer and guacamole dip plus all manner of treats galore
All the better to render the festivities
One for history book's lore
Snug up upon the rafters, overlooking their beds
While visions of Wild Card glory
Danced in their heads
The baseball gods and better Angels look out
From Anaheim and beyond
Overlook the billowing clouds of buoyant smog of the Los Angeles skyline
To the fallow fields of Detroit, the division champions await their fate
Over the plains to Kansas
Though not to New York
Or some jive storybook ending
We had that last year
The reveling patrons along the Potomac
From Harper's Ferry to DC
Just enough better than that poor other Washington affiliated AL club
Will treasure the post-season appearance of their favorite teams
Of those players and fans that could sleep
And rely on their depends
They dread even the slightest of thoughts
That this is where their baseball season ends
For so it must be in the annals of the great pastime
To the victor go the spoils
To the vanquished the agony of defeat
For the Giants or Pirates, A's or Royals players and crew
They can't afford to dwell on such calamities imagined
Lest their nightmare of a daydream
Be brought ever closer to pass
And tell us what to think about it all
Time grows short before the winter snows of football will have their way
Then long the days before again will be heard exclaimed "Play ball!"