I was sure that we'd conquer the National League west,
we should have won it all at our very, very best
Through loss after loss I did not give up hope
(though our hitters at times made it real tough to cope).
But last eve my dreams got officially crushed;
all hopes for October were miserably flushed.
When broxton allowed five whole runs in a save chance,
he smashed our last chance at the post-season dance.
In darkness I sat with my bon-bons and sorrow,
not having a reason to wake up tomorrow.
But then some hope rose from my gloomy abyss
that turned those dark thoughts into bittersweet bliss.
The thing that can turn my depression to glee?
Spoiling the chance of the lousy giants...
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