Mr. Rogers, Mr. Jackson and That Awesome Mr. Beck

by Jim Healey

When the starter starts to struggle
So you think he might be hexed
Just replace him with the trio
That makes batters nervous wrecks
That set of fearsome firemen
Will have those hitters vexed
Mr. Rogers, Mr. Jackson and
That awesome Mr. Beck

When we lead by just a run
And the game’s been neck and neck
We can call on those three stoppers
Those three aces in our deck
Those Giant mow-em-downers
Loved a bushel and a peck
Mr. Rogers, Mr. Jackson and
That awesome Mr. Beck

If our starters never finish
We might say, “Oh, what the heck.”
Who cares who gets the victory
When all four have thrown that spec?
We’ll rejoice in having hurlers
Whose arms are so high tech
Mr. Rogers, Mr. Jackson and
That awesome Mr. Beck


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