80 MPH Hypnosis


‘Twas the season before baseball, the net a morass,
Not an agent was dealing, not even Boras.
The trades were all done by Alex with care,
In hopes that a flag soon would fly there.

The bloggers were snuggled in front of their screens,
While visions of knucklers danced in their dreams.
And as Will Rhymes watched R.A.’s unhittable toss,
Everywhere Jays fans cried out, “Playoffs!”

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