This is just for fun. I take no credit for anything.
By an awestruck soul in Section 134
They told us sit quiet, to bow to the Pope,
To kiss the Basilica, abandon all hope.
Eight innings of zeros, just mutters and moans,
Their fans tossing incense, we gnawed on dry bones.
But you know us Monsters—we lurk in the deep,
We grin in the silence, we don’t go to sleep.
So when that ninth inning rose up from the sea,
We whispered: “Yo... it’s Monster Time, baby.”
First came Malone with a bat like a bell,
DING!—that double rang straight through their chapel shell.
He puffed out his chest, gave a nod to the bench,
While their fans clutched their rosaries tight on the fence.
Then Jorge Pérez—he'd been colder than sleet,
But tonight? My man found his fire and his feet.
Locke tossed him a prayer—he lit it on fire,
CRACK! That ball left like a comet on wire.
Two runs up. Chaos. Our dugout went wild,
Even Coach Brandt grinned like a mischievous child.
We slapped helmets, roared, we flipped over rails,
The Popes looked like ghosts in confessionals’ veils.
But this ain’t a tale where you coast to the win,
Oh no—Mad Popes loaded the bases again.
The crowd started chanting, the drums found their beat,
Till Sánchez came charging with fire in his cleats.
That ball hit to left? A line-drive of doom.
Their fans rose as one like a wave in the room.
Yoshida turned third, their hopes riding fast—
But that throw? My dude, it split time in half.
Straight. To. The. Plate. Marcillas said, “Mine.”
Tag down. Crowd stopped. Like we paused the divine.
"OUT!" cried the ump, we collapsed on the field,
Sacramento sunk, and the series was sealed.
Now we're dancing, we're dreaming, we’re storming the Cup,
With claws full of courage and spirits lit up.
They said we were scrappy, too weird, and too green—
But monsters, my friend, don’t care what you mean.
We are the thunder, the teeth in the night,
The 9th inning shadows that surge into light.
We came, we believed, we brawled, and we bit—
And we ain’t done yet.
So Nashville? Hey… get used to this spit.
The Monsters are coming. We’re bringing the grit.
