'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Oracle Park Not a superstar was stirring, not even a spark! The banners were hanging, by the arcade with care In hopes that St. Ohtani, would soon be theirs The fans were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of power hitting ace pitchers danced in their heads And Farhan in his chef's hat, and you in your SF cap Had just settled down for a long winter's nap When out on Twitter, there arose such a clatter Baseball fans sprang to see what was the matter Away to the internet, we flew like a flash Tore open MLB Trade Rumors and the ESPN app The moon on the breast of the soft computer glow Gave the lustre of heartache, to the news below When what to my wondering eyes should appear But the Dodgers new superteam, instilling such fear With a little old manager, so lively and quick I knew in the moment, it wasn't St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came And he whistled and shouted, and called them by na
A diehard Giants fan's occasional take on the state of the team