Oh, the West Coast evening games!
(Those ones that start too late.)
Dinners done, so's the sun,
But no, there's still the wait.
What's the lineup, you may ask,
It's still too soon to say.
The best bats? The worst rats?
It's always day-to-day.
I may fall asleep before
The first pitch's even thrown.
Better to than watch a loss,
Or emit another groan.
The word f-00_t-b-A-11 shall not be spoken on this blog until the Reds season is dead. I hope that is not until November.
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