Elimination
That’s that, that’s all,
The end’s here,
This is it–nil
Odds to go on.
Turn: pucks, punts, jumps–
All that starts
When September ends.
I grip, I cling
To forlorn long shots.
But Cubs flub,
Nats crash,
Brewers err,
Twins limp,
O’s go down.
Chumps suck.
