After the 3rd game, World series 2005

It was late into the night yesterday
Silently sat I watch them play
I foresaw an unpleasant ending
After that dreadful 5th inning
Crawling deeper into the sofa, yet, I stay

Beyond the diamond-shaped field
A vast land of old revealed
It once embraced a young kid from afar
Protected her through her tumblings
Like a shield

Amid the missed hits and aborted runs
I recognized my grand old town
And its stumbling for the glory
Of recognition
Faithfully, I offered my pray
And a reflection

followed by my friend fourteen

Spoonerism

Amid the hissed mits
You passed Cindy witty
Wish thee wed and right
Blessed by the fine shield