Game 75
All our pitchers (sans Kluber) mowed down pricks.
in a 10 to 4 win. That makes it 6
games in a row. When the Sox offense clicks,
they seize control just like the Bolsheviks,
and opposing pitchers run out of tricks,
unable to solve the complex Rubik’s
Cube of a lineup. There’s no way to nix
or even slow down the guys in our mix.
As of right now, there are no derelicts.
It seems the whole team is swinging big sticks
and doing damage like the lunatics
in A Clockwork Orange, one of Kubrick’s
most disturbing, darkest, demented flicks.
It’s all in good fun, though. We aren’t dicks.
We’re a collection of cool cats and chicks,
big city dwellers and back country hicks,
with fun online names and cute little pics
who post jokes and stats (but no Politics!)
to lift our spirits when we’ve had bad licks.
Rooting for water’s how we get our kicks.
Win again. We’re thirsty. We need our fix.