Some Also Ran Poem by Cretan Maineiac

It all seemed so promising as the
season progressed, streaks &
slumps & 'no way's, 'who'd'a

thunk it's' & 'did you see that? 's.' Peaking at the right
time, rallying to the
top, defying all odds & preseason forecasts, in the

end only to be absorbed in the rush of the hometown
crowd invading the
field otherwise reserved for the Talent after

the Last Out, one last, network
pan of the
dugout confirming the failure,

loss,
finality, '...no
Blue Ribbon for second best...'
'till next year.