The Damned Giants screwed up my poem

When the Rangers went up 3 games to 1 on the stinkin' Yankees I started considering the possible matchup. Yes, that one. I immediately thought of my Favorite Edgar Allan Poe work and set about butchering it to post on the eve of Game 1. So even though Cody Ross said nevermore last week, I'm posting it anyway. Enjoy, Halladay Lee.

It was many and many a month ago

   In a ballpark in NYC

That an Ace there pitched so nonchalant

  That caught pop-ups non-chalantly

He was an ace and Doc was an Ace

  at this ballpark in South Philly

Dare we dream of a game that is more than a game

  One with Halladay - Lee

With an arm that the horned demons in Bronx

  Coveted Clifton P. Lee

And this was the reason that, months ago

  In this ballpark in South Philly

A smug came out, refurbished the farm

  by trading our Clifton P. Lee

So that our deep pocket neighbors can

  can sign him from SEA

To set him up with Sabbathia

  In their kingdom in NYC

The Rangers, not half as blessed with pitching

  Went trading with SEA for Lee

Yes, this was the season (as old men know,

  for the team that was once from DC)

That the Doc came out of a cold north town

  Starting and stopping their Clifton P. Lee

But their team it was far stronger than the teams

  Of those with Chocolate Chili

  Of those with Jerry Garci...

And neither the Angels in Los Angeles/Anaheim

  Or the demons in Bronx, NYC

Can ever dissever Game one from Game one

  'gainst Rangers,'gainst Yankees

For when a game starts, the players start winning my heart

  Especially Halladay - Lee

Other stars will rise, but none, in my eyes

  match the aces that this night I see

And so as the sun died, I sat down on my hide

With my Yuengling - my Riesling - my team and my bride

  See the stadium in South Philly

  In the glory of Halladay - Lee

I would like to thank Cody Ross for F#$%&* this up. (actually more than Ross, but he's a great scapegoat).