Summer days in the humid haze,
Gone but not forgotten.
The fall breeze blows, and we all know
These are the signs of autumn.

October nears, as the players peer,
The outfield wall posts scores.
A hanging curve, past second he swerves,
And the crowd yells thundering roars.

Finally, we cheer! A tremendous year.
This team has fire in its eyes.
A homerun, a base hit, some humor and wit,
On its feet, the crowd is happy to rise.

A playoff spot, possibility looms,
The city’s lights are on fire.
They’re the talk on the air; the players have flair,
Back in contention, a team we admire.