by Mark Donham
Lovullo came out of the dugout
The call he didn’t like
Pointed at Molina
Said the motherf***er stole the third strike
Molina overheard him
Did not appreciate the phrase
Charged him like a bull
Seeing red in rage
The benches emptied
It almost was a brawl
But the umpires ejected Lovullo
For arguing strikes and balls
The game settled down into normal
Could the fired-up Cards win?
They scored the first run, things looked good,
But alack and alas, lost again.
It’s early in the season
A long long way to go
Almost as much excitement
As the clowns in a rodeo.