by James Finn Garner
Beltre thought it a routine DP,
As simple as, well, 6 – 4 – 3,
.    But third base interrupted
.    And the Tigers erupted
And are still fighting for the ALC
Driven Hard, Still Eats Up The Road
Son, take a look at this year’s Verlander,
This model’s sure worth a gander.
.    With the mileage he’s racked up
.    He still hasn’t cracked up
And his aim down the road never wanders.
Everyone wants in on the limericks–they’re contagious!
That hit over Beltre was crazy
A bit of the old upsy-daisy
The Rangers were trounced
when Detroit’s way it bounced,
still kicking like Cameron Swayze.
Tigers, Tigers, burning bright
Hit for cycle in the night
Can it be a sign from Heaven
that they’ll be in a Game Seven?
Love that one, “Norm”.
Continuing from a slightly older theme:
The closer who wears the big glasses
Keeps enthralling the Detroit masses.
Will he be a klutz
Does he have the guts?
And can he kick the Rangers’…butts?
Tonight, if the weather stays dry,
the Tigers will give it a try
In duct tape they’re bandaged,
yet somehow they’ve managed
to fight to game 6, do or die.
for completeness’ sake, Jim Siergey posted this on my Facebook page on Friday before the elimination:
The Tigers are not quitting types
though Rangers make pitchers say “Yipes”
It’s so episodic
and quite patriotic
This game ‘tween the Lone Stars and Stripes