They were up, they were down;
Had a smile, had a frown:
We ain’t asking for much:
Come on guys, now it’s gametime:
We’re just looking for some clutch.
Outman up, hit a jack.
Extra bases, brought one back
To break out of the hutch.
Come on guys, now it’s gametime:
We’re just looking for some clutch.
We had Taj on the mound,
He pitched a gem all around
With no need of a crutch.
Come on guys, now it’s gametime:
We’re just looking for some clutch.
…those are all the lyrics?
Had some skill, had some luck;
Tied it up thanks to Buck
With his masterful touch.
Come on guys, now it’s gametime:
We’re just looking for some clutch.
But alas, in the eighth,
Leadoff triple fell our faith,
Then came Jansen the Dutch.*
There were highs in this gametime,
But they couldn’t in the clutch.
There were hits but a miss,
And the Comment to my sis:
“He should sing about trucks!”**
Not a prize in this gametime
Because losing really sucks.
* Well, Curaçaoan. But he’s played for the Netherlands in international competition, and “Curaçaoan” doesn’t rhyme with “clutch.”
** When Angels reliever Andrew Chafin entered the game, my sister, who kept score, said, “That pitcher looks like he should be singing about his truck.”