We gather today inside the holy confines of Kauffman’s hallowed grounds to beseech thee, oh blessed Hosmer, Cain, Moustakas, Gordon, Dyson and Escobar, to intercede on our behalf.
St. Hosmer, patron saint of clutch hitting, grant us the wisdom to make timely extra base hits.
St. Cain, guardian of the outfield and slap hitting master, watch over us with thy swift feet and steadfast heart.
St. Moustakas, defender of the hot corner, and crusher of baseballs, imbue us with thy unwavering power.
St. Gordon, paragon of defensive excellence, and master of center field home runs, inspire us to strive for defensive greatness.
St. Escobar, maestro of the gaps, guide our hands and feet with thy silky smooth glove work and blistering speed.
St. Dyson, the fleet-footed commander of the base-paths.
Together, oh mighty Saints, we ask that thou:
Bestow upon us the spirit of teamwork and camaraderie.
Grant us the strength to overcome adversity and defeat the evil empire that is the New York Yankees.
Bless our bats with the power of Mike Moustakas in the 2014 postseason and his cunning art of timely hitting.
Instill in our pitchers, the soul crushing, gut wrenching accuracy of Wade Davis and Kelvin Herrera.
Amen.
IT IS TIME!
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May our feet be swift,
May our bats be mighty,
And may our balls…be plentiful.
The body of Yost.
I’ll be there. Pretty excited. It’s my first Post season game ever