Twas the Night Before (aka A Dream).....

[tomsred]

Twas the night before Oakland, when all through house,

  not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The uni's were hung by the lockers with care,

  in hopes that some wins will soon be there.

 

The players were nestled all snug in their beds,

  while visions of runs danced in their heads.

And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long summer's nap.

 

When out in the field there arose such a clatter,

  and everyone sprung from their bed to see what was the matter.

Away from the windows we flew in a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

 

The moon on the field in the soft evening glow,

  gave off a luster on the objects below.

And what to our wondering eyes should appear,

But a minature bus, and 25 or so green and gold little dears.

 

With a tall green driver who was lively and quick,

  I knew in a moment it must be the lucky A's.

More rapid than rats his players they came,

As he wistled, and shouted and called them by name.

 

Now Sonny and Lesty, and Kasmir and 'Marja,

  Come Norris, come CoCo, on Gomesy and  Mossy.

To the top of the heap, to the top of the West

Dash away the Angels, dash away all.

 

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

  The prancing and pawing of each little Angel hoof.

And as I thought in my head, and turned quickly around,

Out of a dugout came Scioscia with a bound.

 

He was dressed all in red, from his head to his foot,

  and when his team followed him, it was a hoot.

A bundle of bats he had flung on his back,

and he looked like shoe peddler, just opening that sack.

 

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old coach,

  I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.

Then with a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

I soon got  assurance we had nothing to dread.

 

He spoke not a word, but went straight to work,

  and filled out a lineup, then turned with a jerk.

And then laying a finger aside of his nose,

  and giving a nod to the dugout he goes.

 

Then Trouty and Howie, and Weavsie and Matty,

  along with Albert and Josh, and Eric and Cole, 

  dispatched all the little lucky green rats, very nicely all in a flash.

 

Then I heard Scioscia exclaim, right after the game,

   "Not in our house, not in our home,

there's nothing for little green rats,

no matter how lucky, for you all to gain."

 

Edited August 28, 2014 by tomsred

[Angel Oracle]

I love it! Nicely done

Sam Fuld is the poster child for that team.

Coming into 2014, he was mainly known for a series of highlight reel catches in the 2011 season.

Now, he's hitting game winning HRs?

Really? Really? Really? REALLY?

Edited August 28, 2014 by Angel Oracle

[Halos of Anaheim]

BEAT

 

OAKLAND

[Stradling]

Great stuff Tom. I truly appreciate the efforts.