Read an article recently about what seems to be an inordinate number of home runs leaving the new stadium in New York. Given the legacy baseball is building for itself, the following (bad) poem came to mind.
S is for the super strength it gives me
T is for the test I'll have to hide
E is for the ease with which I get them
R is for the rage I'll feel inside
O is for the obvious reactions and
I is for the inches added on,
D is for denying it's existence, but
S is for suggesting we're all wrong.
Put them all together they spell "HOMERUNS", a word we all can understand
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