The Night Before Christmas

(My apologies to those with other beliefs.............)


Twas the night before Christmas at Comerica Park
The seats were all empty, the stadium was dark.

The helmets were hung in the dugout with care
In hopes that Spring Training soon would be there

The Tigers were home, all snug in their beds
While visions of pennants danced in their heads.

And Mario in his jersey, and Rod in his cap
Had just settled down for an offseason nap

When out on the field in the dead of the night
Came the roar of a crowd, who was nowhere in sight

Away to my seat I ran like the wind
Behind the home dugout, with family and friends

The new fallen snow that covered the grass
Blinded my eyes and froze my a$$

When what to my football-weary eyes should there be
But a field full of men wearing old English “D”

Then in an instant the field came alive
With our handsome Tigers who led one to five

More rapid than bullets the pitches he threw
It must be Zumaya, his arm good as new

Now Polanco, now Edgar, now Bonderman and Grandy
On Carlos, on Pudge, on Todd and Verland-y

To the edge of the warning track, leaping up on the wall
Who could believe Curtis caught that fly ball?

As the green grass of the outfield met dirt nice and dry
Joel picked off a runner and Maggs caught a fly

Then into the dugout our happy boys flew
With their gloves and their hats and their big smiles too

They were dressed in home white with a blue letter “D”
Their clothes were pristine, not a spot on a knee

The lineup was posted, it was left up to fate
Curtis grabbed his big bat and stolled to the plate

The butt of a Marlboro Jim held tight in his lips
He face was serene, his hands on his hips

In the blink of an eye, Grandy stood on third base
Poli stepped up next, a grin on his face

And on down the lineup, with hit after hit
‘Til they batted around, and weren’t through yet

As a pitch came hurling towards Magglio’s nose
He made a great swing, and the crowd then arose

The ball cleared the fence by at least a good mile
Maggs took his trot and crossed home with a smile

And I heard Maggs exclaim as he took his bow
Happy Spring Training, it’s just three months now!

OMG that was awesome! Did you write that?

mrsrabelo wrote:

OMG that was awesome! Did you write that?

Yep. Thanks!!!!!!!!

Trinita wrote:

mrsrabelo wrote:

OMG that was awesome! Did you write that?

Yep. Thanks!!!!!!!!

Its awesome!! I d it! I might have to steal it.

mrsrabelo wrote:

Trinita wrote:

mrsrabelo wrote:

OMG that was awesome! Did you write that?

Yep. Thanks!!!!!!!!

Its awesome!! I d it! I might have to steal it.

Go right ahead!!!!

That's great! Way better than I'd do!

Great Job!

catbox_9 wrote:

That's great! Way better than I'd do!

Great Job!

Thanks, sweetie.....it was more fun than working today.

Insomnia ROCKS!!

Trinita wrote:

(My apologies to those with other beliefs.............)


Twas the night before Christmas at Comerica Park
The seats were all empty, the stadium was dark.

The helmets were hung in the dugout with care
In hopes that Spring Training soon would be there

The Tigers were home, all snug in their beds
While visions of pennants danced in their heads.

And Mario in his jersey, and Rod in his cap
Had just settled down for an offseason nap

When out on the field in the dead of the night
Came the roar of a crowd, who was nowhere in sight

Away to my seat I ran like the wind
Behind the home dugout, with family and friends

The new fallen snow that covered the grass
Blinded my eyes and froze my a$$

When what to my football-weary eyes should there be
But a field full of men wearing old English “D”

Then in an instant the field came alive
With our handsome Tigers who led one to five

More rapid than bullets the pitches he threw
It must be Zumaya, his arm good as new

Now Polanco, now Edgar, now Bonderman and Grandy
On Carlos, on Pudge, on Todd and Verland-y

To the edge of the warning track, leaping up on the wall
Who could believe Curtis caught that fly ball?

As the green grass of the outfield met dirt nice and dry
Joel picked off a runner and Maggs caught a fly

Then into the dugout our happy boys flew
With their gloves and their hats and their big smiles too

They were dressed in home white with a blue letter “D”
Their clothes were pristine, not a spot on a knee

The lineup was posted, it was left up to fate
Curtis grabbed his big bat and stolled to the plate

The butt of a Marlboro Jim held tight in his lips
He face was serene, his hands on his hips

In the blink of an eye, Grandy stood on third base
Poli stepped up next, a grin on his face

And on down the lineup, with hit after hit
‘Til they batted around, and weren’t through yet

As a pitch came hurling towards Magglio’s nose
He made a great swing, and the crowd then arose

The ball cleared the fence by at least a good mile
Maggs took his trot and crossed home with a smile

And I heard Maggs exclaim as he took his bow
Happy Spring Training, it’s just three months now!

I you!! Please post that in the Poetry Thread and Sticky it forever!!
INCREDIBLE and SOOOO inspiring!!

It brings out GRRRREAT creativity! This was awesome, chica!

Whooda thunk it from an accountant, eh?

A HELLA accountant then!!

and SOOOO accountable!!

GO TRINITA!!

What a poem! Better every time!

That was great!!!

Thanks everyone!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!! :turkeytime:

Blessings and Dressings.....

FANtastic, I loved it. Such talent on this board!!

Yes!!

Talent abounds here!!

Don't forget to read it to the kiddies on Christmas eve.

Definitely will send it to fellow Tiger buds!

6 more days until Christmas Eve.....

Well Christmas Eve came, and Christmas Eve went
my shopping was finished, my money was spent

I woke up this morning and jumped out of bed
I tripped on the dog and fell right on my head

while visions of "Sugar Plums" made me see stars
I prayed that my injuries wouldn't leave scars

then what to my wondering eyes should appear
old Santa had left me a house full of BEER!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!!

nice!

Well, Santa left me Goldschlager instead of beer. But I was feeling pretty merry. Nice poem though, TS.

Hope you all had a great holiday.

Goldschlager's great but I think Beer is better
I like it so cold that I drink in a sweater

I can't get enough of that fine frosty brew
I must have another, perhaps I'll have two!!