By Joe Moag
In the wake of Blackhawks glory
Here in June’s endemic swoon
The heart craves a better story
One where Cubs will shoot the moon!
But the standings tell no lies
And October fades from view
When hitters swat like flies
It’s time to seek a sport brand new
See, October was the goal
With World Series dreams at ready.
But now Niemi fills that role!
And I dream of June confetti!
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