A little Base ball memory, but don't Fact check

Batter Up

Top of the ninth one run down ,
Bases were loaded, full all around ,

I was the pinch hitter with two men out,
Casey at the bat, I heard my fans shout,

A little bingo Ma'ma and we could win,
A fast ball by me was no way to begin,

Ball one then another, this pitcher was tired,
Then high and inside that Ump should be fired,

Way outta the strike zone, Damn cain’t you see?
The pitcher was smiling, he almost hit me,

Flipped him a birdie, he loved a bad call ,
He blew up at my answer and I got a fast ball,

He really was angry, it was wide of the plate,
If I had of swung , I would have been late,

The catcher was upset and looked up at me,
Boy he was angry, that was ball three,

A full count, now baby, I’m ready to run,
One more ball and this game can be won,

But the pitcher stood there his crotch he was scratching,
Then I looked at the catcher and that scratch he was matching,

Looks like the whole team must have the crabs,
That pitcher leaned over after a few more jabs,

The Umpire set ready to make that 3 and 2 call,
But I whiffed out losing, it was a screw ball !