Here is a short little haiku poem that I think captures the unpredictability of baseball. As fans, it can be easy to criticize and to think we could run a team better than it is being run, but deep down, we usually know that isn’t really the case.
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home team us did stun
after game was over and done
they had lost by one
they should entertain
instead of driving insane
more team needs to train
in future must draft
players team will really need
to make success complete
worry and worry
baseball has really become
total guessing game
mind became a blank
who would win game after game
God always will know
after players die
found in hall of fame in heaven
glad to see them there
