POST-GAME
On the eve of the old Ballgame Hunt,
After pulling the Saintly stunt,
From the park, as I trotted—alas!—I was spotted,
Putting Whitney and Sam out in front;
’Til contacted by an advisor,
The spotter, Sam, was none the wiser;
But Jana phoned in: “Your way has a twin!”—
With Kenwood the common divisor.
Meanwhile, in Minneapolis,
In the shadow of Kenwood’s castle-bricks,
Alex and Matt both stepped up to bat,
In a space still just too large to grapple with.
So, keeping their eye on the ball,
When the seven o’clock clue did fall,
They rounded their base, and swiftly made haste
For a race to the bag in Saint Paul!
In a play that will forever stun—
I still can’t believe that he won—
Koskie the Great beat the play at the plate,
For an inside-the-park home run!
And Sam, who was there at the park,
To see me slink off in the dark,
Was there with the tag to secure the bag,
But just barely missed the mark.
So Koskie decided to share
With the newly engaged pair;
Since the park in Saint Paul was so comically small,
He said that it seemed only fair.
But that’s only half of the story;
Matt was still destined for glory:
The very next day, he turned the double-play,
And the rest, as they say, is his-tory.
