PINCH HITTERS

At Citi Field,
if Salinger catches, Who’s on First?
Where have you gone, Joe Dimaggio, center field?
O’Reilly plays a very right field,
and Stewart patrols in left.
King George guards the line at third,
and Jesus is due for the Second Coming.
It’s indeed a short stop from Queens to Brooklyn.
And on the mound, the big right-hander, God
pitches us a variety of curves,
designed to baffle us mere mortals.
We strike out more often than not,
with our batting averages way below .300.
But on some sunlit days,
or some moonlit nights,
we step up to the plate,
defy the odds, and deliver the walk-off hit,
making us temporary winners
before the game is ultimately called.