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Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
In fair Washington, D.C., where we lay our scene,From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.From forth the city's diamond-bound pitch,A tale of triumph, a saga to bewitch.Once upon a time, in the waning days of autumn,When leaves had turned to gold and red,The Washington Nationals, with courage drawn,Did march unto the World Series, it is said.Their foes, like titans, stood in their way,With bats of oak and hearts of fire,Yet the Nationals, with valor, did play,Their spirit burning ever higher.Through trials and tests, they pressed ahead,Their unity a shield 'gainst fear and doubt,With every swing and every tread,They sought to banish hesitation's drought.In battles fierce, beneath the stadium's glow,They fought with grit, they fought with grace,Their fans below, a river's flow,Their hopes and dreams did interlace.And lo, as destiny's tapestry unfurled,The final inning drew nigh,With bases loaded, the stadium swirled,As the Nationals aimed for the sky.Then, as if touched by fate's own hand,A mighty swing, a crack resounded,The ball sailed far, across the land,And victory's sweet taste abounded.The crowd erupted in jubilant cries,As the Nationals claimed their crown,Their triumph echoed 'neath the skies,In the heart of Washington town.And so, in history's storied tome,Shall be writ this tale of glory bright,Where heroes rise and legends roam,In the realm of baseball's eternal light.
In his last hurling effort against these Artfull Dodgers, in the two thousand and 23rd year of Our Lord, Mister Patrick Corbin & Company from the Globe Theatre did triumph, with a recorded score of 10 to 6 runs. ~Alls Well That Ends Well
In the fair realm of baseball, where heroes rise,Lies a tale of one with courage in his eyes.Patrick Corbin, a knight of humble birth,With naught but his will and a love for the earth.Amidst the diamond's expanse, where dreams take flight,Stood the mighty Dodgers, a formidable sight.Their bats swung like thunder, their defense strong,Yet Corbin, undaunted, sang his own song.With a sling of his arm, and a flick of his wrist,He faced the challenge, no target missed.Though lacking in talent, by others' decree,Corbin fought on, with fierce tenacity.Through innings long and battles grim,He danced with fate, upon a whim.With every pitch, he defied the odds,And struck down foes like vengeful gods.The Dodgers, perplexed by this unexpected might,Sought to crush him with all their might.But Corbin, undeterred, held fast and true,His spirit aflame, his resolve anew.With each passing inning, his legend grew,As he conquered the Dodgers, through and through.With cunning and guile, he outwitted their ranks,And emerged victorious, giving thanks.For in the annals of sport, 'twas a tale so grand,Of a hero who rose from the humblest of land.Patrick Corbin, with courage so rare,Conquered the Dodgers, beyond compare.
