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AT St. Louis, in Busch Stadium Sir Marcell Ozuna lay,
And a pinnace, like a flutter’d birdo, came flying from far away;
“Los Angeles bats of strength night! Twenty-five are in sight!”
Then Lord Marcell Ozuna sware: “’Fore God this ball shall be fair;
I ate it last night, I TOOTBLAN’d this eve. So the yard this ball must leave.
With rage half the fans are sick. I must fly, but follow quick.
Five runs we have but in two blinks; can I get us all cheap drinks?”
The Cardinals won their [counts] fourth game in a row.