Chicago White Sox 8, Minnesota Twins 0: Fedde through the shredder

A desk in a classroom, 2 p.m.,
Watching the shouts of the students,
A check of a window (can’t watch early game)…
It’s already gone.
Bases are loaded, four come across, while
Twins at the plate cannot hit ‘em.

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Came in today with a streak in play
Then three more errors, all from Gray,
Nay, sweeper:
Nay, sweeper:
Nay, sweeper.

The brilliance of Erick Fedde should be the story:
He toyed with the Twins at bat like a predator’s quarry.
Blew through the team who cannot hit,
To the team, he would not quit:

Came in today with a streak in play,
Then early innings sent it stray;
Don’t thank them — it still sucks,
Nay, sweeper.

The later innings fly,
It’s no question to why.
To get a laugh, Comments might:
Goose, minimal fielding.
Knew with this team they’d only split,
To the team, feeling like shit.

Came in today with a streak in play
Which Pale Chicago put away;
Don’t thank them — it still sucks.
Get up on the plane to old Mizzou,
Determine there’s anything you can do;
Why this antagony, agony?
Nay, sweeper:
Nay, sweeper:
Nay, sweeper:
Nay, sweeper:
Nay, sweeper.