‘Twas the Night Before Wrigley Baseball

*Inspired by the classic poem by Clement Clarke Moore and the Chicago Cubs.

‘Twas the night before baseball, when all through the field
Not a Cubbie was stirring ‘ere the banner’s reveal;
The bats were all stacked in the dugout with care,
In hopes that the hits would shortly be there.

BCB was nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of repeats danced in their heads;
Theo in his kerchief, and Jed in his cap,
Were just waking up from their long winter’s nap,

When out on the Park there arose such a clatter,
Tunney sprang to the road to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon shined bright on the plaza aglow,
A brilliant addition to Wrigley’s grand show,
And over the ballpark as all winter long,
The W Flag flying and still going strong.

And even old Tunney just had to admit
That Theo and Co. had done quite the trick.

Now Schwarber, now Zobrist,
Now Baez and Heyward!
On Monty! On Rizzo!
On Bryant! And Szczur!
To the plate! To the base!
To the ivy and grass!
With the ball flying far and the feet running fast.

And finally we see him, his eyes all a-twinkle
Joe Maddon, the leader, with plans for all wrinkles.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
And all Cubs fans know there’s nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word and went straight to work
Genius embedded in all of his quirks
And we heard him exclaim as he let out a cheer
2017 will be a great Cubbie year!