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We found ourselves in Mudville on that dark and dreary day; A scant five thousand patrons came to watch their home team play. We jumped out to a four-two lead, which held throughout the game; when our closer, Shane O'Malley, came to pitch the final frame. A quick two-up, two-down; we thought, "How easy can this be?" But little did we realize the trouble we would see. Their shortstop, Mickey Flynn, eked out a blooper up the middle; and a two-out double deep to left had us worried — just a little. The Mudville fans who stuck around were dancing in the aisles; Their cock-sure slugger Casey was regaling them with smiles. For Casey, he's a showman and he'll grandstand all day long; but underneath that bluff façade, he's really not that strong. Now, O'Malley, he's a veteran; he's seen it all before... He knows just what to throw, each pitch, to hold on to the score. When the catcher called to pitch around, and let him Walk to first; O'Malley shook that signal off, for that would be the worst. 'Cuz he knew Smitty, he's on deck, and he's been in the zone... A single with the bases full; O'Malley's save'd be blown! And so it was decided, to clinch the final out; the pitches would be perfect, of that there was no doubt. The first strike was a fastball, hurtling past without a swing; for Casey still was boasting he could hit most anything. The second, even faster, set the batsman up to fall; O'Malley saw that Casey knew a 'K' would end it all. And so our steadfast closer, having dialed up the heat, uncorked a wicked knuckleball, to seal the Nine's defeat. |
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We found ourselves in Mudville on that dark and dreary day; A scant five thousand patrons came to watch their home team play. We jumped out to a four-two lead, which held throughout the game; when our closer, Shane O'Malley, came to pitch the final frame. A quick two-up, two-down; we thought, "How easy can this be?" But little did we realize the trouble we would see. Their shortstop, Mickey Flynn, eked out a blooper up the middle; and a two-out double deep to left had us worried — just a little. The Mudville fans who stuck around were dancing in the aisles; Their cock-sure slugger Casey was regaling them with smiles. For Casey, he's a showman and he'll grandstand all day long; but underneath that bluff façade, he's really not that strong. |
Now, O'Malley, he's a veteran; he's seen it all before... He knows just what to throw, each pitch, to hold on to the score. When the catcher called to pitch around, and let him Walk to first; O'Malley shook that signal off, for that would be the worst. 'Cuz he knew Smitty, he's on deck, and he's been in the zone... A single with the bases full; O'Malley's save'd be blown! And so it was decided, to clinch the final out; the pitches would be perfect, of that there was no doubt. The first strike was a fastball, hurtling past without a swing; for Casey still was boasting he could hit most anything. The second, even faster, set the batsman up to fall; O'Malley saw that Casey knew a 'K' would end it all. And so our steadfast closer, having dialed up the heat, uncorked a wicked knuckleball, to seal the Nine's defeat. |
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We found ourselves in Mudville on that dark and dreary day; A scant five thousand patrons came to watch their home team play. We jumped out to a four-two lead, which held throughout the game; when our closer, Shane O'Malley, came to pitch the final frame. A quick two-up, two-down; we thought, "How easy can this be?" But little did we realize the trouble we would see. Their shortstop, Mickey Flynn, eked out a blooper up the middle; and a two-out double deep to left had us worried — just a little. The Mudville fans who stuck around were dancing in the aisles; Their cock-sure slugger Casey was regaling them with smiles. For Casey, he's a showman and he'll grandstand all day long; but underneath that bluff façade, he's really not that strong. |
Now, O'Malley, he's a veteran; he's seen it all before... He knows just what to throw, each pitch, to hold on to the score. When the catcher called to pitch around, and let him Walk to first; O'Malley shook that signal off, for that would be the worst. 'Cuz he knew Smitty, he's on deck, and he's been in the zone... A single with the bases full; O'Malley's save'd be blown! And so it was decided, to clinch the final out; the pitches would be perfect, of that there was no doubt. The first strike was a fastball, hurtling past without a swing; for Casey still was boasting he could hit most anything. The second, even faster, set the batsman up to fall; O'Malley saw that Casey knew a 'K' would end it all. And so our steadfast closer, having dialed up the heat, uncorked a wicked knuckleball, to seal the Nine's defeat. |
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We found ourselves in Mudville on that dark and dreary day; A scant five thousand patrons came to watch their home team play. We jumped out to a four-two lead, which held throughout the game; when our closer, Shane O'Malley, came to pitch the final frame. A quick two-up, two-down; we thought, "How easy can this be?" But little did we realize the trouble we would see. Their shortstop, Mickey Flynn, eked out a blooper up the middle; and a two-out double deep to left had us worried — just a little. The Mudville fans who stuck around were dancing in the aisles; Their cock-sure slugger Casey was regaling them with smiles. For Casey, he's a showman and he'll grandstand all day long; but underneath that bluff façade, he's really not that strong. Now, O'Malley, he's a veteran; he's seen it all before... He knows just what to throw, each pitch, to hold on to the score. When the catcher called to pitch around, and let him Walk to first; O'Malley shook that signal off, for that would be the worst. 'Cuz he knew Smitty, he's on deck, and he's been in the zone... A single with the bases full; O'Malley's save'd be blown! And so it was decided, to clinch the final out; the pitches would be perfect, of that there was no doubt. The first strike was a fastball, hurtling past without a swing; for Casey still was boasting he could hit most anything. The second, even faster, set the batsman up to fall; O'Malley saw that Casey knew a 'K' would end it all. And so our steadfast closer, having dialed up the heat, uncorked a wicked knuckleball, to seal the Nine's defeat. |
