Well, the sun beats down on Houston’s heavy night,
All bathed in gaudy light,
Ready to take the mound:
Stepping on a Texas diamond, you can hurl,
The ball a spinning pearl
All of their batters swung and frowned.
Did you feel it pleasing?
Do you realize
That you are a master of surprise?
On the hill, you were the master of the scene, Each curveball dropping clean, Everyone staring at your a-hundred-mile-an-hour throw. Every Astro with their lumber standing tall Would swing and miss the ball Then to
the dugout, head in hand, as the next one would go.
You were throwing clever,
It was yours today:
It was clear the whole night was yours to star and yours to play!
Come along,
Come along with Taj again,
Come along with Taj again.
Now, the bullpen fills the fans with awful dread,
Our faces flushed with red
Expecting no better change.
Nearly botched it as the Astros upped their pace,
But Morris saving face
Stranded a pair in range.
Thought we were forsaken,
But they wrapped it neat,
And they had us cheering from our seat!
Come along,
Come along with Taj again,
Come along with Taj again.
Zach is gonna get the Comment of the Game
For Recker’s prescient claim
That Kody sent out of here.
And the rest had a ball,
Yes, the rest had a ball,
Seeing our starting pitcher throw — did he enthrall!
Time to move; don’t tarry,
‘Cause the Yanks are next;
If you throw this well, though, they’ll be vexed!
Come along,
Come along with Taj again,
Come along with Taj again.
bonus: my sister kept score again!
