After Franklin P. Adams' Baseball's Sad Lexicon, I give you a version for recent Octobers:
These are the saddest of possible words,
“Rivera now pitching the ninth.”
A flurry of fastballs thrown straight that then swerve,
“Rivera now pitching the ninth.”
Ruthlessly turning a comeback to rubble,
With control that is epic and makes the mind boggle,
A pitch that is heavy and nothing but trouble,
“Rivera now pitching the ninth.”
[with apologies to the Twins]
