apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, a few changes to his poem to fit this special event coming up.
Just Nights Before The Series
Twas just nights before the series, when all the through the state
The thought was to beat the Yanks, the team we love to hate.
The rotation was set, by Leyland with care
In hopes that the starters would go on a tear
The fans were nestled all snug in their beds
While dreams of a championship danced in their heads
With the wife in her Tiger jersey, and me in my cap
We were dreaming of homers and hits in the gap
When down at Comerica there arose such a clatter
We were off to the ballpark to see what was the matter
Heading down Woodward, we drove quite fast
And arrived just in time, to see ghosts of the past
The moon had cast shadows inside the great park
But we knew whose they were, even in the dark
Then what to our wondering eyes did we see
A guy named Sparky, and some greats from the "D"
When the old Tiger manager gave us a look
We knew it was him, the great Captain Hook
With him were the greatest, to have played the game
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
Hey Cobb, hey Crawford, yo Greenberg and Kell
And with them came Gehringer, Newhouser and Harwell
Into the batter?s box, let?s all hit around
That?s when we saw him, it was the Bird on the mound
Then all at once they were gone in a flash
No more Cochrane, Schoolboy Rowe, or Stormin Norman Cash
We thought of Al Kaline, Horton, Tram and Sweet Lou
Of Freehan and Lolich and the whole "68" crew
The last words they spoke before we awoke from this dream
Was "Go get em young fellas, you?re a championship team.
You?re led by Leyland, Dombrowski and Mike Ilitch
You?ll get the pennant, then it?s on to the Series first pitch."
The O?s and A?s both had a great year
But now they were gone, with only the Yanks to fear
So it was off to New York, on to the east coast
Another pennant for the Yankees, the media would boast
Miggy?s eyes were twinkling and Prince was quite merry
We had just beat the A?s with Garcia and Berry
Yes they had CC, ARod, Cano, and Derek Jeter
But we had the Big Boys and Justin?s heater
The Yankees were trashed, swept away in four
They whined and they cried, as they were shown the door
Too much from our starters and a man called Coke Zero
Too much from Peralta and Young, the ALCS hero
He might look chubby or plump in the batting cage
But he?s off to the Series, baseball?s biggest stage
With a gleam in his eye and a crown on his head
He?s the best hitter on Earth, Tiger fans have nothing to dread
No they?re not Lances, Blackjacks, Willys, or Kirks
But Ramon, Worth and Kelly will be ready, along with Max and Dirks
Benoit and Valverde, they?re not thought of too highly
But also in the pen is Ricky P, Dotel, Al Al, and a kid named Smyly
It?ll be Fister, Sanchez and Omar against the NL champs soon
Avila, Laird, and Jackson will be raking under a harvest moon
Then it?s back to Motown to finish the fight
We?ll take it in five and bid the senior circuit good night.
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