Pittsburgh Pirates Twas The Night Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through PNC, not a creature was stirring not even a Pierogi. The bats and gloves were all hung in the lockers with care in hopes that Spring Training soon would be there.
Ben Cherrington was nestled all snug in his office, with hopes that he could find a deal that would make the team flawless. With Nutting down the hall and Travis Williams in his nook, working together to balance the books.
When out on the field there arose such a clatter, the three ran down the hall to see what was the matter. They sprinted down the stands and into the dugout, and what they saw almost made them freakout.
The grass was freshly cut and the dirt was pulled tight, it looks primed and ready for a Thursday night. The lights were all on and there was stirring in the bullpen, and approaching the dugout was manager Derek Shelton.
He had a lineup card in his hand, and he marked down his pitcher, it looked like Jameson Taillon was toeing the rubber. Coming up behind him was his starting nine, who were all ready to lay it all out on the line.
There was Polanco and Reynolds, Frazier and Moran. Stallings and Hayes, Alford, and Newman. They laced up their cleats and dusted off their gloves, ready to take the field and play the game that they all love.
Jameson Taillon returned to the dugout with pride, all his pitches were working and he was ready to stride. The National Anthem played all the players were in line. It was the calm before the storm that signals it's almost game time.
The crowd was cheering and the music was blaring while Shelton and his team were pumped up and daring. Taillon took the field as the vendors were selling their peanuts, then the crowd began to roar when they heard "Here are your Pittsburgh Pirates."
The gloves were popping as the players warmed up, their opponents were staring them down looking to make the fans shut up. Taillon's final warm-up came through and Stallings popped up. It was time for the umpire to say better up.
The Chicago Cubs were the opponent that day, it was a division rivalry what more is there to say. It was Javier Baez who stepped up to bat first, and Taillon knew to succeed he would have to be totally immersed.
Taillon spoke not a word and got straight to his work, and he three in strike one as his arm made a jerk. The at-bat went on pitch by pitch, before Taillon three-strike three forcing the batters to switch.
With a sudden jolt, Cherrington woke with a fright, he looked around and realized it was still Christmas night. It was all a dream and there was no game that night, but it got him dreaming of Opening Night.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good night!
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