by Millie Bovich
When 25 came up to bat,
The crowd erupted — ‘member that?
Then Jackson pulled one from the skies,
A miracle before our eyes.
Twenty-six then took the heat.
Two outs! The fans all on their feet.
So 27 tapped the plate.
The anxious throng could hardly wait.
The hitter nipped an infield ball,
And then the most disputed call.
The runner obviously was out.
The fans began to rant and shout.
Who says the umpire can’t be wrong?
Joyce on first gets baseball’s gong!
Leyland roared in Joyce’s face,
One thundrous “boo” engulfed the place.
A perfect game slipped ‘Mando’s hands.
Deep disappointment filled the stands.
This time an error the ump did make,
Too late admitting his mistake.
Galarraga’s perfect game
Was stolen! What a dirty shame!
The only perfect game to date
Whose batters totaled 28!
Millie Bovich has been a Detroit Tigers fan for more than eight decades.
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