by James Finn Garner
It’s wise to list the dangers
When you play the Texas Rangers.
When e’en Molina steals a base,
These running deer may win this race.
Keep an eye on Ancient Vlad
Or risk your defense looking bad.
When Cliff Lee is on the mound,
Your whole squad is strike-out bound.
Ground outs can burn like lightning
With Elvis Andrus in the building.
And if Hamilton remembers how to hit,
You’ll be buried to your neck in trouble.
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