Spider was telling the story
When he got to the part where he felt they could lose
Up until then he had held all the cards
But one slugger “Rookie,” is worth all his combined
Ace was throwing hard though
Harder than ever in sixteen full seasons
“If he throws a strike I felt we would win”
But Slugger had not yet attempted a swing
He dug in his spikes and gave his shoulders a flitter
The umpire called. “Time!” when the wind kicked up litter
I looked in the crowd and I felt a whole nation
I knew I was known by my whole generation
I got down in my crouch and raised my left eyebrow
I winked with both eyes, showed, “I believe in you now.”
Ace nodded back, he’d regained his composure
Despite that tonight was just over exposure
We gathered our forces, we were ready to go
I felt good ’bout the pitch we had chosen to throw
But so was the Slugger,
And as Ace released, he got loaded on time
Then, when he hit it!!! … I could not believe
A Grand Slam to WIN IT!!! … I was quickly relieved
To see it was hooking … foul by three inches
Even today … that one still pinches!
So on went the battle, there’s no clock, don’t you see.
Heck, we could walk him … it’d be tied three to three
And I could write stories that go extra innings
Walking the Slugger just might aid us in winning
So … We Did!
… and we got the next guy out.