Michael X. Ferraro – Page 11

Every Cloud Has a Souvenir Lining

(Or, “This One Really Sticks in Your Crawford Box”)

We have awesome seats, and I brought my glove.
The Houston Astros are the team I love.

Down one in the sixth, a high Red Sox fly
keeps coming toward us. Oh heck! No!!! Why?!

My dad and the crowd all scream, “Throw it back!”
(I mean, anywhere else, it’s just warning track).

So I squeeze the ball, and fight back a tear…
But no way! I’m keeping this souvenir!

Tulowitzki was tremendous.
And Galarraga, just sublime.
Castilla and Walker? Legends.
But now it’s Tony Wolters Time!

First Senzatela
Oberg, Oh, Ottavino
Wade Davis closes

All of the Phils and Marlins hurlers
Could have worn Dock Ellis’ curlers
In this game because not one batted
And thus were not protective(ly) hatted.

Out trotted the skipper, Stubby Clapp
giving Dakota Hudson the hook.
From a minor league mound straight up to
Busch, now the kid’s a Cardinals rook!