It looked extremely rocky for the Yuma team that day,

The score stood 5-2 with but an inning left to play.

Yes, the Dozers were on top, but given their many seasons of loss,

The odds of Yuma winning were no better than a coin toss.

So when Aurora’s Pierce did drive the ball so deep

It soared into the bleachers, unto an empty seat,

Dozer fans everywhere knew what Fate had in store

For their beleaguered team: another losing score.

When White ground out to start the eighth

And Leslie followed with a fly,

Yuman hopes had come to Denver

At the hands of Borealis there to die.

But McKenzie singled up the middle

And Frederick tripled him home!

When Burke singled in another run

The Borealis fans began to moan.

Johnson fueled the rally with a base hit to right,

And Dozer fans awaited a long-awaited sight:

Murphy, Robby Murphy, was coming to the plate!

Hopes were high that Yuma might avoid its usual fate.

Oh! somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,

The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,

And somewhere fans are laughing, and somewhere children shout,

But there is no joy in Aurora—Murphy homered with two out!