Yet still to come was Casey, whom the fans had long extolled,
Though at the age of 31 the metrics deemed him old.
But first ahead of him was Flynn, a player much accursed;
His
BABIP was atrocious, and his
WAR was even worse.
Another guy came up as well, his name recalled by few;
Confusion sowed by double switches made in hour two.
But Flynn defied the numbers, making contact with the ball;
And sent it on a mighty arc — it caromed off the wall.
“The guy should be on third,” a salty graybeard spat and cursed,
As Flynn removed his batting gloves, a jogger still at first.
The other guy? A double by the waiver-wire addition;
(His former owner dumping salary without contrition);
And when the blaring music stopped, fans noticed what occurred,
Instead of crossing o’er the plate, young Flynn was still at third.
As Casey stepped into the box, the scoreboard roared “Make Noise!”;
The crowd most surely would’ve done, if not for all their toys.
About 5,000 hometown fans were checking in on Twitter;
So most remained oblivious to Casey as the hitter.
