We’re mere hours from the start of the MLB regular season
‘Twas the night before baseball and in Wrigleyville
Bleacher seats were empty, the streets were so still.
The flags flew o’erhead round the grand old ballpark
Opening Day bunting over Harry’s remarks
The fans were all tweeting their hopes and their fears
Could PCA steal 50 bases in this year?
Pat in his sweater and Ron in his hat
Had just settled in for a good baseball chat
When out on Clark St. the frat boys rambled by
Arguing about fWAR and bWAR while high
They walked to the concourse with moderate haste
And peered over Gallagher Way’s trophy case
The arguments rose from the street known as Clark
The fans’ passion bubbling up through the dark
As visions of champions started to grow
Batters to score runs and pitchers to throw
Craig Counsell managing as sharp as a tack
With a coaching staff who’s always on track
They’re writing the lineups! They’re tracking the stats!
To fuel the Cubs hurlers and carry the bats!
They cheered and shouted and called them by name!
On Dansby, on Seiya, on Justin and Tucker
On Nico, Amaya, on Ian and Thielbar
To the top of the Schwarboard, to the Ballhawks in left
Bash baseballs! Steal bases! With gloves that are deft!
The fans started laughing as they strolled out of sight
And their voices carried on through the night
As baseball returns to it’s long happy stead
Near where the CTA line is colored in red
And I heard Patrick say as he rose from his chair
Chicago Cubs baseball is ooooooonnnnnnn the Air!!!!!!!