Saw someone post something similar last year, and I hope I'm not beating anyone to it, but I hadn't seen it yet, so I figured, hey, I'll do it.

Twas the night before Opening Day, and all through the North Side and BCB
Not a creature was stirring, not even Cubs manager Mike Quade
Opening Day tickets were held in a desk drawer with care,
In hopes that a Cubs win soon would be there.

The Cubs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of a World Series danced in their heads.
With the threatening night-time sky overhead, and I in my Cubs cap,
I just settled in for one final winter’s nap.

When out the next morning there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The mid-morning sun, shining with a hopeful glow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a baseball team, with game-time drawing near.

With a middle-aged driver, who has certainly paid his due,
I knew in a moment it must be Q.
More rapid than cardinals his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Pena! Now, Sori! Now, Demp, Darwin and Starlin!
On, Rami! On, Dome! On Geo and Marlon!
To the edge of the infield! Out deep by the wall!
Now take the field! Take the field! Take the field all!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the stands
A legendary #10, cheering and clapping his hands.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Away he went, smiling, without a sound.

But they were dressed in blue pinstripes, from their heads to their feet,
Preparing to rise to the top of the division, all quiet and discrete.
A mix of crafty vets and youngsters, Q had flung on his back,
And he looked calm and collected, confidence, he did not lack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! His grin, how merry!
It said to all Cubs fans “hey, this division ain’t that scary!”
The season begins, in hopes it will render,
A charge to the playoffs, like 08’s September.

He sprang to home plate, to his team gave a whistle,
And onto Wrigley they took, like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim as he went to the dugout out of sight,
"Happy Opening Day to all, and to all a good-night!"

'Tis the season.  GO CUBS.