While wandering the desert,
I espied a great oasis.
A ballgame was in progress,
Ty Cobb circling the bases.
The Babe was in the outfield
and the Big Train on the mound.
To find a better vantage point,
I looked for higher ground.
Indeed, by the refreshment stand
I found good line of sight.
I figured, being near there,
I might get myself a bite.
Just as I got my burger
and a giant cup of beer,
the crowd all stood as one
and there arose a mighty cheer.
A dubious pinch hitter
was receiving this great hand.
Then doubt set in, there was a hush,
and all turned back to sand.