The Pecan Park Eagle

Spring Training Rapture

Why the Astros Will Win The Pennant in Their Last NL Season

by Bill McCurdy

Nothing’s quite as fresh – as the first dawn of spring,

That only comes around – with the pitcher-catcher thing.

The first morn we hear the sound of  – leather popping hard,

We know what’s coming next – and we’re racing to the yard.

Just to watch the team show up – old and new alike,

To kibbutz with each other – on whom we see and hike.

Just to watch the easy hits – and strike outs when they come,

Knowing that the books they build – will end baseball for some.

It never takes us long to reach – our op-eds on the season,

And how we’ll finish first or last – for every dad gum reason.

But then we spot the super-stud – trying some bunt-squeezin!’

Wonder where it goes from here – run in place while wheezin?’

Hope wins out against all odds – until the games all count.

And spring is made for wishing! – Let reality take late route!

It’ll find us soon enough, old friend – in August, it’s about,

Spreading fate and destiny – the way these things play out.

So grab your cup of kindness, kid – and hover into spring,

It’s time to see the best you can – of what the year may bring.

Don’t fall into the ugly rut – of picking doom and gloom,

Until we play the best for keeps – there’s lots of pennant room.