Twenty Seven! Poem by John F. McCullagh

Twenty Seven!






We entered last night at gate four,
the precious tickets in our hands.
The Anthem’s ending drowned in cheers
as we took seats high in the stands.


“Godzilla “had a monster night.
He was a one man wrecking crew.
Pedro couldn’t get him out.
Nothing really he could do.

Here and there the Phillies tried
To stage a rally, beat the best.
But Andy always held them down
while pitching on just three days rest.

When “enter Sandman” starts to play
It’s like a Frank Sinatra score:
Game over for the Phillies’ reign
They weren’t coming back, down four.

A happy meeting at the mound,
once Victorino grounded out
As coaches, players stormed the field
from the first base side dugout.

Flags and pennants, banners wave
And Modell’s opens up the store
Faithful fans behold the prize
Like early Christians filled with awe.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chuck Audette 11 December 2009

A better ending that Casey at Bat, to be sure! -chuck

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