Washington Nationals 15, Minnesota Twins 2: Ten off the ‘pen
A close game became a blowout once relievers showed up.
A National pain. | Geoff Burke / Imagn Images Well, there’s a tall man on a tall mound Playing in a tall, crowded park, Starting clean through three, mowing through the whole line; You know his aim is sharp as a shark. But there’s more ballgame and more innings: D.
C. bats will all adjust, And they’ll homer deep and they’ll line doubles, And who’ll remember when this game wasn’t bust? Oh, well ain’t that embarrassin’ for MSP?
Ain’t that embarrassin’, all can agree, maybe? Ain’t that embarrassin’, kill the TV, yeah: Piling up losses for you and me, Oh, yeah, for you and me. Well, there’s some lumber in the lineup, The bats who are often up connectin’, We saw Wallner swing, Wallner bang, And said, “Wow, this whole team must be correctin’!
” But this whole team just stopped their hittin’ Upon the tally’s flip, three to two, And just like every time else for this sodding team, They didn’t follow through. Oh, well ain’t that embarrassin’ for MSP? Ain’t that embarrassin’, all can agree, maybe?