Crystallized moment, upon thought –
The centerfielder breaks his face on the fence to steal a three-run triple –
Not as bad as Theismann’s leg, or Kendall’s foot, a piece
Of meat dangling at the end of his leg like a bad day at the butcher shop.
So they called up The Dude to ask him about it.
The Dude had slept badly – that aching old, broken collarbone –
Another wall’s victim. But still The Dude said, “Game on!”
This will be a good thing for the worst franchise ever –
If you’re willing to injure yourself in Philly, you will get some ink.
You could be a big star
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