About this project: I am no Chaucer or Homer (in the Greek poet sense), but through the 2023 season, I will be writing a poem about each Mets game in an epic poem style. Obviously, I hope this will not be another tragedy! The poem will be in the left column, and the translation will be on the right.
There will be days like this,
Moments without meaning,
When everything is a miss.
Carrasco was rough, maybe demeaning,
Hunter was even worse,
And the Meaders had runs streaming.
Regardless, is El Sonriso’s bat in a hearse?
Does Escobar have any concept of “on-base”?
They barely deserve to be in verse.
Nothing went right for the Mets against the Milwaukee Brewers, but there are games like this for all teams.
Carlos Carrasco gave up five earned runs in four innings, but Tommy Hunter was even worse, giving up five runs in just two innings. The Brewers just kept scoring runs.
Francisco Lindor continues to struggle at the plate and Escobar is struggling horribly…they are barely worth writing about.
Standing at Third 
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