Atlanta's Own

«Turner on the mound, 120 pitches in
Now it’s 2 to 1 for Georgia Tech with runners in between
1,000 in the bleachers and 1,000 on the side
Right from the stretch…» («Here comes the pitch!»)
«Looks like a hit!» («Go hit the lights!»)
«Go get the phone!» («Go tell the press!»)
(Both together) «And baby, kiss that ball goodbye!»
«Now, I’ve called Turner the left-handed NCAA Cy Young before
Atlanta’s own, but this is just absurd:
A change-up on the 3 and 2, two-hitter on the line
Deep in the 9th with a runner hugging 3rd»
«Weltzer in left field quickly closing on the wall
Somehow squinting through the blinding light, he snags it on the fall!»
(«That's the game!»)
«But now all attention turns now to the pitcher’s mound
Turner’s clutching his left shoulder and he’s writhing on the mound
Looks like he’s hurt!» («Alert the press!»)
«Go get the phone!» («Go hit the lights!»)
«God, what a game!» («But what a shame!»)
«What a way to end the night!»
(«Georgia Tech must be upset
They can’t be happy with this win
They’ve got a play-off spot secured
But not a starter that can pitch!»)
«Now, I’ve called Turner the left-handed NCAA Cy Young before
Atlanta’s own, but this is just absurd:
A change-up on the 3 and 2, two-hitter on the line
Deep in the 9th with a runner hugging 3rd
No word yet from the trainer, I can’t bear to see the savior
Of the Yellow Jackets carried off the field
That could have been enough to tear his left rotator cuff
I can’t imagine if or when that will heal
A moment away
From a perfect game
But hey:
Some records were never meant to be broken
Right?"
«A shaky close to a shaky win
Shackled by a crippled team
Improvement? Retention?
Left on the defensive
When everybody leaves so completely resigned
It’s apparent that a dream that once was shared must have died.»