It soars through the air, slicing the wind.
Like a fired missile, the ball is hit.
The runner treks to first, then to second,
But sighs as the ball lands in the fielder’s mitt.
It’s been twenty long years since the Mudville team
Made it to the finals, and many have heard the story.
Yes, twenty long years since Casey swung and missed.
Now the team’s there again and on it, Casey’s son Corey.
Casey, now in the stands, thinks of times past,
Of a different time but still the same place.
When he let down the fans as the ump called ‘Strike Three’,
Leaving both Flynn and Jimmy Blake on base.
But times now have changed and he has raised his son Corey,
To be a better ball player than he ever was.
Teaching him patience and teaching him baseball,
“Corey,” he said “You’ll be great for yourself and for us.”
And so it was all season long the team battled,
Up and down, in first place then in second.
And all season long there was one that was special,
It was Corey’s bat that all the fans beckoned.
The first inning went quick as both teams went in order,
And the fans thought this may be a pitcher’s dual.
But after the top of the second, the score was two to nothing
And the home faithful hoped their team had more fuel.
With Corey batting cleanup, he led off the second,
And slammed one passed third base, fair and to the corner.
Corey ran to first then to second and noticed the fielder fumbling,
So he sprinted to third and slid under the tag of Keith Horner.