by Stephen Jones
The Giants are flirting with destiny,
The Royals are a star-crossed team —
Yet neither got the goodwill scrutiny
In Vegas, where hope is but a dream.
Blind Vegas wrote reams
Of its number streams,
The odds which it put down on paper,
But no one, it seems,
Trusted these two teams
To play for it all in October.
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