Grant Anderson took the hill,
His fastball crisp, his slider shrill.
With each sharp pitch, he carved the zone,
Determined to make this start his own.
But Slade Cecconi matched with might,
His heater humming, breaking right.
Guardians batters roared with pride,
While Milwaukee’s dugout swayed with stride.
Final frame, the air was tight,
A Guardians threat loomed in the night.
But the closer fired, sharp and true,
A swinging strike—the game was through!
Milwaukee stormed the field with pride,
A Cactus League win—must-win supplied.
Though just the spring, the tone was clear:
The Brewers came to fight this year.
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