One Autumnal Evening - by Richard Summers

On a blustery autumn evening

History was to be made

A century of utter frustration

In the grave was laid

 

25 men wearing pinstripes

"Phillies" emblazoned on their chest

Would put the playoff demons

And their own fears to rest

 

The year was 1980

The season had wound down

Just two teams were left

To play ball in Philly-town

 

The players on the field

Schmidt, Bowa, Rose, and all

Had played so valiantly

In the classic games of fall

 

The pitchers on the team

Carlton, Ruthven, and our Tug

Would not make it easy

No out was safe or snug

 

But wins they did achieve

Three games won, and one to go

Would this be our time

Would the Phillies steal the show?

 

Bake, Manny, and Maddox

Boone, Lonnie, and the Bull

Were out there on the field

The Vet, the stands, our hearts were full

 

Tug was out there on the mound

Along with the crowded throng

He had just three outs to go

To join in the celebration song

 

Of course, it would not be easy

No, the burden would not be light

With one out, the bases were full

Our hearts quickened, out teeth clenched tight

 

The batter popped up the ball

Boone and Rose gathered 'round

Boone dropped the ball, saved by Rose

The fans now made a joyous sound

 

Just one to go, the crowd now cheered

The batter stood up at the plate

Swing and a miss, the Phils have won!

Players and fans now celebrate

 

One nine-year-old watched on TV

He cheered and leaped for joy

I can still remember fondly as a man

The excitement and elation of that boy.

 

R.J.S. 6/21/98