by Hilary Barta
They were losing so nobody spoke
No schmoozing, no boasting, no joke
.   From the bench not a mention
.   Just a clenching from tension
No boos heard in Boston, just “Choke!”
They were losing so nobody spoke
No schmoozing, no boasting, no joke
.   From the bench not a mention
.   Just a clenching from tension
No boos heard in Boston, just “Choke!”
Joe Mauer and Justin Morneau
Had miserable seasons, and so
.   The Twins are now heading
.   Into future rough sledding
In the land of the ice and the snow.
There’s a pall on the breeze in the air
Though there’s ball, for the freeze they prepare
.   In Chicago the fans
.   make their long winter plans
as they fall on their knees in despair
Remember the promise of Spring?
In September those memories sting
.   But pros round the bases
.   And go through the paces
Condemned, they must play out the string
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The choice is A. Dunn or A. Rios
Which one of them hurt the Sox the most?
.   This year they both stank
.   but one broke the bank
So, Alex, it’s Vaya con Dios