Did you see the game tonight?
It went our way, you know.
Down in the 8^th, bases loaded,
tie game. I can’t afford

a ticket this year, but I’m
jumping up and down like
I’ve won a million bucks and
nothing’s even happened yet.

My team spirit has sagged
since Javy left – or was it you?
How ridiculous is that... you
even killed my love of baseball.

Matters not that I was never
in your game, just an extra
on your team. Seems my heart
belongs with you.

Earlier, the ump threw out two
Astros coaches. A team named
after turf… what’s that? 
Too bad Skip Carey isn’t here.

Ninth inning, Smoltzie. Besides
Mad Dog (also gone) he used to be
my favorite. Hard to adjust at
first to his closing role, but

he’s got it still, right? Those of us
reassigned or simply cut, we survive.
Watch this, and you will see
what’s coming next from me.

Then out of nowhere Houston’s
got a triple, then a base hit and
a score. Team from Texas spoils
the mood at Turner tonight.

Out of the inning, down by one,
bottom of the 9^th. Estrada, fine
face to replace beloved Javy,
hits and lands on first. Braves

bunt to advance the runner and
Garcia hammers it down the line.
YES! Tied 4-4, our man safe
at third. So now it’s strategy

for the Astros. Out one, don’t
count us out. Bobby’s up. We’re
all on the edge of our seats. “Can
you hear my heart?” my boy asks.

Count in our favor, but they
strike out Wise. Not very wise,
and now it’s extra innings,
big Alfonseca in to pitch.

Two down, one to go. One
on base. But there! He’s out
at second, and now we’re up.
Chipper’s down, then J.D. Drew.

But Andru, Andru... 1 for 21,
homers, and we’ve done it here
in home of the Braves tonight.
There will be dancing alone,

laughter sucked into the night.
So keep your heart in Texas;
be a silly lone star. Just don’t
count me down or out here

in Atlanta.