Well they got close, but close doesn’t cut it
They couldn’t swing the bats last night one bit
We had a good run to end up with nothing
During the regular season that team was something
I was thinking no way my boys wouldn’t win
My patience was starting to wear thin
Strider kept on churning on
But soon the balls were going going gone
Our season was on the line
It felt like we wouldn’t be fine
The Braves mounted a late rally
But the outs were beginning to tally
In the final inning of the game
The Braves looked like they’d been slain
The Philadelphia crowd was going wild
Everyone on their feet from parent to child
Swing and a miss that’s the final out
It was still a close game but felt like a rout
Philadelphia celebrates on the field
The season is over our fate was sealed
Even though Riley hit two dingers
Fried was still bothered by a blister on his finger
How could it be Atlanta fans don’t understand
How we didn’t end up with a ring on our hand
