The Perfect Game

The Perfect Game
The spirit of the God’s was
Pitching with me
It gave me the strength
I just let it be
I was scheduled to pitch
On this day of our game
If we lost I was the
One to take all the blame
My fastball was moving
It went in and out
Hitting the corners
It went up and about
It set up my change up
It did its trick
They just waved at it
With their mighty big stick
There was nothing there
To hit at all so
Back to the dugout with
Their heads to the wall
Everyone has his big
Game to remember
Mine came to me on this
Day in September

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