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GameThread: Rangers (67-52) @ Orioles (42-79), 7:05pm

After losing back-to-back series for the first time in Buck's tenure, I feel like morale might be flagging a little bit in Birdland. So, with Texas coming to town and remembering our unexpected triumph against them the last time we faced them, I thought instead of your typical game preview, I'd try my hand at a little inspirational poetry.

It's called We F***ed The Texas Rangers.

In the not-too-distant past, just before the All-Star Break

The Baltimore Orioles journeyed with malice

To the land where they all eat steak

In particular, some suburb of Dallas.

The trek seemed bleak; the team on the ropes, reeling

For with the loss column they were no strangers

But fate was to us some good fortune dealing

Instead we f***ed the Texas Rangers.

The series got started. Their manager snorted coke.

(Joking about that will never get old)

And the fans of Texas left us this joke:

A first place team with sixteen thousand tickets sold.

At first so familiar: our starter got rocked

The only question: how high the score?

But Texas dipped into the bullpen, clocked

Throwing the gas against poor Baltimore.

Yet the end was not writ, for they loaded the bases!

It seemed so unlikely if you checked the score later

That's why disbelief played out on their faces

When they hit our poor Felix, and walked our man Tater.

No matter how many myriad dangers,

That night we f***ed the Texas Rangers.

A new game the next night, though 'twas the same story

Early in the game our poor starter was blasted

But none of it mattered thanks to a grand slam from Corey

In the ninth inning to tie; so into the tenth the game lasted

And who could imagine that our hero'd be Jake?

No, not Arrieta, but rather Jake Fox

Whose solo homer the difference did make.

He wasn't (I don't think) even wearing high socks.

Though three years prior, 30-3 vexed us,

That night 'twas different: instead we f***ed Texas.

In the third game of the set, the Rangers fans sung

For though he was in about four hundredth place

They cheered some hit milestone for their Michael Young

Plus they were all excited to see their new ace.

By trade they'd acquired the mighty Cliff Lee

Who by rights ought to have pounded us to sand

But Orioles batters went up swinging at the first pitch they'd see

And triumph on that night belonged to Birdland.

Last place and us ain't exactly strangers,

But none of that mattered when we f***ed up the Rangers.

Going into the last game, they'd won not a one

Surely against us they'd expected to cruise

They had to salvage that Sunday or else they'd win none.

And since Arrieta rocked it they weren't able to choose.

Rangers fans wailed, gnashed, lamented and wept

Four easy wins had vanished to thin air.

Though the opposite was more likely, it was they who were swept

Almost it was safe for O's fans to care.

And so, bottom line, the moral of the story

Even if bad baseball and us are no strangers

In a lost season you can still find some glory

So let's all cheer hard to f*** up the Rangers.


Texas Rangers @ Baltimore Orioles

08/19/10 7:05 PM EDT

Texas Rangers Baltimore Orioles
Elvis Andrus - SS Brian Roberts - 2B
Michael Young - 3B Nick Markakis - RF
Josh Hamilton - CF Ty Wigginton - 3B
Vladimir Guerrero - DH Luke Scott - 1B
Bengie Molina - C Adam Jones - CF
David Murphy - LF Felix Pie - LF
Jorge Cantu - 1B Matt Wieters - C
Brandon Boggs - RF Corey Patterson - DH
Andres Blanco - 2B Cesar Izturis - SS

Go O's!