An ancient manager meeteth three Pitchers bidden to an opening day start, and detaineth one

It is an ancient Manager
And he stoppeth one of three.
“By thy love of long-term contracts and your arrogant eye,
Now wherefore stopps’t thou me

The Blue Jays’ doors are opened wide,
And I am the opening day starter;
The schedule’s met, the roster’s set:
Mayst hear our moderate, yet passionate attendance."

He holds him with his aggressive trade proposals,
“There was a World Series contender,” quoth he.
“Hold off! unhand me, black haired jerk!”
Efstoons, his pitch balkt he.

The Pitcher is spellbound by the tenacious bargaining of the old, baseball-faring man, and is constrained to hear his offer.