For my World Series Preview post, I didn’t want to do the same thing that everyone else is doing. After all, you can only read so many analyses before they start blurring together. Besides, I’m doing a World Series Preview podcast tonight with Bill and the Common Man from Platoon Advantage and a couple of guests. There’ll be plenty of room there for your traditional analysis.
Instead, for the blog post, I thought I’d do something a bit more creative. For both the Giants and the Rangers, I’ve written the tale of their World Series journey in the style of a classic poem. Both poems I chose are short and simple, so you don’t need to worry about paging through Beowulf here. I’m pretty pleased with how they came out, though.
Below is the Rangers’ tale. The San Francisco poem – El Dorado de Octubre – can be found here. Feel free to let me know what you think about the poems or the Series.
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Nolan’s Land of Playoff Ball
When I was team pres. and ran the field,
We had few pitchers, not many skilled,
And all those runs the Ballpark played,
Kept us hunting ‘til Labor Day.
But sometimes for a month, or more,
I’d watch the offense score and score.
With those bats all on this team,
October called, or so it seemed.
Well something changed late in summer,
When my bid fin’ly passed its muster.
The purse’s strings at last were free
To make the trade for one Cliff Lee.
I was the giant, at last complete,
Who laughs aloud in his front row seat,
And sees before him – the ages call! –
This wond’rous land of playoff ball.