Forget Christmas. Spring Training is the most wonderful time of the year. - Tom Pennington
So I got bored tonight and decided to write this poem as I procrastinated on MLB Bullets. I know what all of you want as a present.
‘Twas the night before Spring Training and all through the fields
Not a creature was stirring, not even James Shields
The stockings were hung by the trainers with care
In hopes that the players soon would be there
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Mike Trout danced in their heads
My wife had her jersey and I wore my cap
I think Sizemore's knee just went again "snap."
When out from the dugout there came such a clatter
By the on-deck circle stood there the first batter
I jumped out of bed and I turned on my set
When I remembered it's just on the 'net
The lights on the fields of the freshly-cut grass
Reminded me then of the teams of Cubs past
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
Beckert and Banks to let out a cheer
The onto the field I spotted anew
Sandberg and Sosa and Moises Alou
More rapid than McRae the rest of them came
I whistled and shouted and called them by name
Now Castro! Now Barney! A pitcher named Blake!
On Rizzo! On Russell and on Junior Lake!
To the top of the mound and over the wall
You know what to do with that little round ball!
Cubs past and the present from the dugout they came
Davis gave target for Samardzija to aim
So into the stands the fans they all flew
And thankfully missing was Ronnie (He who shall not be named)
And then on the concourse from left of the foyer
Was Theo Epstein and GM Jed Hoyer
To the press team assembled they answered all queries
"With a team built like this we'll win the World Series."
Garza's arm twinkled and Maddux was merry
They had not even forgot Rocky Cherry
Our mouths were agape and our hearts took a blow
When Wendelstedt said that Milt Pappas was low.
Despite the bad call this team couldn't be beat
And no true Cub fan could stay still in their seat
Buckner then singled and brought us good will
For the next batter hitting was Glenallen Hill
The ball broke a window in the house ‘cross the alley
Then caught in the bullpen on bounce by Brooks Raley
The other team knew that this game would be hell
When the last out was caught on the line by Buechele
They hoisted the trophy with a powerful jerk
And no one tomorrow would end up at work
We crowded the streets to cheer on our heroes
And the numbers on buildings were changed to all zeroes
Then Dale took the stand and the kids gave a whistle
For school was let out with an early dismissal
But I heard him exclaim as this dream came to end
"We'll soon win the Series, on that you depend!"