World Series Clash–A Magical Sight

Oh, a World Series, a magical sight,
Dodgers and Yankees, a fearsome fight.
With a 3-1 WIN, the Dodgers stand tall,
One game away from taking it all!

Freddie's the force, with homers so grand,
A mighty swing across the land.
A historic grand slam sailed through the air,
Leaving Yankee fans gasping and tugging their hair.

Mookie Betts in the field, so quick and so sly,
Snatching up balls like a hawk in the sky.
Kiké Hernández and Téoscar, too–
with hits so clutch,
Making big plays when they mattered so much!

Shohei Ohtani joined in on the fun:
A welcome surprise, a new Dodger son!
And there’s Tommy Edman, Oh, what a find;
with a glove and with the bat, he’s one of a kind.

Max Muncy and Chris Taylor are all in the mix,
swatting and fielding; they’ve got all the tricks!
And Walker Buehler, with heat that won’t quit,
Striking out batters, bit by bit.

But look at the Yankees; they’re struggling, too.
Aaron Judge in a slump; Oh, what to do?
Anthony Rizzo is always on base,
And Soto–clutch hitter–but can they keep pace?

It’s one game to go; the Dodgers feel sprite,
Their fans cheer loudly, filling the night.
Could this be the year they’ll hold the prize,
With stars in their eyes and blue in the skies?

The Yankees might rally, so Dodgers, Beware!
In baseball, they say, all’s fair and square.
One more to go, the blue and white sing,
To crown the Dodgers, World Series kings!

(It's crazy what comes to mind at 4:00 a.m., with some help from Chat GPT and Gemini AI.)

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