Twins 8, Tigers 6: Early lead survives ‘pen palpitations
No lead may be comfortable, but it may be enough.
The miracle somehow happen. | Matt Krohn / Getty Images It looked like Framber’s arm in error Let the Twins tee off; Left announcers in conclusion, Made the coaches scoff; Our offense the driver of American League this game. Panic in Detroit, The fans really ought to laugh While most of us stay home And chug a jeroboam; Panic in Detroit.
Initial frame of lumber violence To start with loaded bags, A pitch gone wild, a ringing double, Putting up six, no snags. The sixth supplied danger, but they somehow got out alive; Panic in Detroit, The fans really ought to laugh While most of us stay home And write a nonsense poem; Panic in Detroit. Then the seventh came, bullpen to play the fool; Would the lead be lost and blundered after all?
But Jeffers came to rock the ABS machine, And got a pair of Ks to keep the joy tonight. Having played for three long hours, Hoped they’d fasten it. Fundy off, but got a liner Into Keaschall’s mitt.
Still counts as a win, though; the series is ours anew! Panic in Detroit, Our fans really ought to laugh Though our teeth have been ground dust, No Twins fan’s locked in gloam! Panic in Detroit, Panic in Detroit, Panic in Detroit!