I can remember when this wheel chair was not my legs,
When I had the freedom to play instead of the freedom to watch,
The feel of the game as I stood on the mound,
All focus on me to see if a strike could be found,
Ninth inning close, the pressure was on,
Only one more strike and the game would be won,
My eyes gazed to the runner on first like an eagle scanning his prey,
He took a lead trying to steal second base,
With just one look he settled back into place,
Back then in 1964 I was feared by batters and respected by all,
I had achieved my own Glory with just one little ball,
So I wound up the arm then let the pitch go,
A curve ball no one has ever seen across waves of air as it had its own flow,
The crowd cheered, people cried tears of joy, and the radio talked about me through the night,
That was my time, my day in the light,
Thank God I have my memories to reflect upon my life,
My last game of glory as the Ump Screamed out "Strike"!
The crowds ran into the field and lifted me up high,
A hero in their eyes for "Teaching a ball how to fly"!
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