Sonnet 82: A Can't Sleep Season Recap

Sonnet 82:

Alas, disheartedly we ring the bell!

On Twenty Twenty One a season lost

I fear a fouler stench is hard to smell

Than expectations burnt in sunken cost

In Eighty two, potential, poked and teased

That we might have a hope in mid October

In Eighty, veteran bats gasped and wheased

and year old ales on bench would keep us sober.

I'm forced to hope we won the long term game

And trash this season with our other blips

No way next season could end up the same!

Andt hey, at least we outperformed our ZiPs

Adieu! We tried! This year, our fate is sealed

God please next year give us a centerfield.