Game 62
Great start by Paxton. Not much to critique.
As the kids like to say, he was "on fleek."
His 7 strong innings helped the Sox squeak
by with a win. The first one of the week!
Down 2 to 1 in the 8th, it looked bleak.
Our flat at-bats made our offense look meek.
Then suddenly, in a surprising tweak,
the Sox scored 4 runs with a scrappy, sleek,
and savvy station-to-station technique.
It got close late. We were clenching each cheek.
Our pitcher from Coldplay had no mystique,
but just as our fears were reaching their peak,
Kenley closed it out. (The dude's still a freak.)
These tight games are fun but they kind of wreak
havoc on my aging brain and physique.
I'm 57 - almost an antique -
still, I love Good Times. (Just like the band, Chic.)
I'll tune in tonight and write tongue-in-cheek.
Without these poems, I'd have no way to sneak
in jokes that show I'm a pop culture geek.
Life would be boring. I'd be up Schitt's Creek
(or maybe the one with James Van Der Beek.)
Time to stop rambling. Tonight the Sox seek
to stay Hot in Cleveland. Extend the streak!