The Bullpen Stinks Tonight
When the home team has a five to two lead,
a dependable bullpen is what they need.
In the ninth inning, they want three outs more.
A relief pitcher has to shut the door.
Losing the lead for the team is crappy.
The hometown crowd will leave unhappy.
Such an incident happened the other night.
The events that transpired were a bizarre fright.
The “closer” was expected to deliver from harm.
However, he incurred spasms with his arm.
Unavailable, other pitchers took the mound.
Not one competent pitcher could be found.
The bases became loaded before we knew it.
All the runners scored, and the home team blew it.
The fans were sitting there dumbfounded and staid.
Six runs crossed home plate before the final out was made.
Therefore, the home team lost, and that was history.
Unfortunately this season, it has happened too frequently.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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