The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Detroit nine that day,
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play.

And then when Magglio Ordonez hit a ground ball out,
The Cardinals' fans all roared, the faithful had no doubt.

The Tigers' dugout stood, and started to chew gum,
It's purely superstition, one laughed upon by some.

They thought, "If Sean Casey could but get a whack at that,
We'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat."

For Casey in the fourth had hit a two-run blast,
That gave Detroit the lead, although it did not last.

And later in the sixth, the mighty Casey stroked a double,
But Weaver settled down, and then pitched out of trouble.

With one out in the ninth, there rose a lusty yell,
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell.

It pounded through the arch and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

With one sweet fluid swing, a double came his way
(Anticlimactic, sure, but there was still more ball to play)

Then Casey, mighty Casey, whose calf had hurt a ton,
strolled back to the dugout; Santiago would pinch run.

But after Placido Polanco finally drew ball four
Quoth the Cardinals' closer Adam Wainwright: "Nevermore."

He struck out Brandon Inge on a fastball quite elusive
St. Louis fans rejoiced, a reaction quite conclusive.

The 83-win Cardinals had won the World Series
And unless you can think of any conspiracy theories

They won it fair and square — I cannot argue that --
in five decisive games. You have to tip your hat

To Eckstein, Weaver, Suppan, and 22 more men
Who played the game as one, and proved that once again

No matter who's the favorite, the playoffs will decide
which team can hoist the championship trophy with pride

Oh somewhere in this favored land, the sun is shining bright
(Not in St. Louis, though, because of all that rain last night)

And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout
But it coulda been much worse, had Sean Casey struck out.