bellyitcher

On behalf of fans, I humbly beseech
The Baseball Gods to forgive my heck’ling.
I meant no harm and I see you must teach
Us to be modest when after a ring.
With the inj’ries suffered, I dare not taunt
A team for it’s woes; the Birds have their own.
The one-run losses do begin to daunt
But I keep my chin up; I will atone.
So, on bended knee, I’d like to submit
My apologies for hubris and gall
(Not you, John). I ask that you please see fit
To see our boys healed, O Gods of Baseball.
Thursday we’ll see the return of Izzy,
And I dare to hope he’ll end our mis’ry.