Clayton Kershaw (6-3, 3.44) vs. Johnny Cueto (3-2, 1.93).
Back into my office smitten, the night's GameThread to be written,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice
Let me see, then, what there at is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
'Tis the wind, and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately bobble, of the saintly days of yore.
Entering understated came he; whiffed opponents left to shame he;
Unconcerned with Frank and Jamie; perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Garvey, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then the statue started wobbling, rapidly the head was bobbling,
Chilling me despite the smiling happy countenance it wore,
"Though thy arm and fist be pumping, now" I said "my heart rate's jumping
Worrying that thou's rubber-banded elbow ligament will be tore.
Promise me the yips won't augur greater DL time in store."
Kuoth the bobble, "Nevermore."
Bobblehead photo from dodgerbobble.com