eerily similar to the famous poem "O Captain! My Captain!" by Walt Whitman
O Clifton! My Clifton! our losing streak is done;
The team has weather'd silent bats, awakened by the sun;
The game is near, Baker I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the faithful yield, anticipation mounting:
But O pitch! pitch! pitch! O the cheerful hoards of red,
There on the mound my Clifton stands,
Opposing batters dread.
O Clifton! my Clifton! your fastballs are a thrill;
Rise up - for you the banner waved - for you, beloved Phil;
For you the shirts and jerseys worn - for you the stands a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Clifton! dear pitcher! You stole my heart they said;
It is some dream to have you back,
A staff with unmatched cred.
My Clifton does not answer, his focus undeterred;
My pitcher calmly sets his mark, rocks back and leaves em cutter'd;
The staff is anchor'd safe and sound, the journey's just begun;
Hittin' season on the way, division to be won;
Rejoice, O fans, and little old ants!
High hopes the masses spread;
Who's on deck, my Clifton waits,
The NL East is dead!