Minnesota Twins 8, Miami Marlins 3: RISP and reward

This was rarely the case barely a month ago
That the playoffs we would predict
Then September dashed our hopes, we know
For our favorite TC men,
But September has won a victory over time,
Give us the hope we hope for.

First came a pain and worst came a pain
When Woods left Richardson three,
But the pen came back as a perfect ten,
Rescuing the men of TC;
And the pen turned the music up to eleven –
Perfect, we all agree on that.

And then there was a show from the offensive side
First in the third inning,
When we arrived with the loaded bags,
Did Larnach score two TC points?
And then, in the fourth, came Lord Byron
To hit a baseball free,
It flew into the bleacher seats
The score was tied three to three.

The scoring then ended until the seventh frame
If mistakes paid a fee,
The Twins went out and a pair would score
Until the pockets were full, all three of them,
And Santana set the right field line,
Our men from TC pour and score.

And the stud earrings, everyone, and there is none of them idiots,
Not one in this game that we see
Nobody on the field, we agree.
A joke from Nagurski, an eight pass call:
Yes, that comment you Jeu it will be.
A victory so late in September – yes, our goal –
Has returned to the men of TC.

But October, the joke that would please everyone,
(Especially men from TC)
Still out of reach, but we're hoping for a breakthrough
With our resolute men from TC.
And when night falls, you can hear the sounds of bats hitting balls
Ringing – and throbbing – as hope in our heads,
In this stadium here, where we'll see
When October will find TC.