It's Spring, and a young fellow's fancy...
well, you know, a fella gets antsy
Sees bat, ball and glove
and thoughts turn to love
Just like when Sid Vicious saw Nancy
The saying is 'hope springs eternal'
But what if one's luck is infernal?
The chances are great
the Cubs will deflate
The start of their endings is vernal
It's sunny and 70 degrees in Chicago, opening day for the White Sox at Comisk--er...um, Cellular Field. The Cubs play at Atlanta. Here goes nothing.
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