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Tebbe at the Bat

The outlook was not brilliant for the Lawnmowers that day.
The score stood n to x with but few innings more to play.
And then while Hugo was at first they turned the Double Play.
And poor Franta´s livid rage was clearly on display.

In desperate consternation a whining chorus rose.
Some others blamed themselves which added to their woes.
Though hardly anybody would have wage‘ed a dime on that.
The score might still be evened with Tebbe at the bat.

But Lang preceded Tebbe and so did Michel Fleck.
The first reached 1st on sheer good luck, the second took a hack.
Abused like that the ball chose to go right up in the air.
Of course the catcher missed it and the ball was even fair.

You should have heard the insults thrown into the catcher´s face.
And while they still were qua´ling, the runners took an extra base.
All the virtual spectators finally ceased their constant chat.
Though just Tebbe, charming Tebbe was advancing to the bat.

Simply uttering "Oh yeah", his mind was filled with "Zonk",
While passing by the Pimperlbahn released an awesome "Honk".
Thus enlightened Tebbe missed the signs and he still was grinning,
When, though he was not s‘pposed to, on the first pitch he was swinging.

He produced a looloo grounder which would have been an easy out.
But several queer hops later "Foul!" was the umpire´s shout.
To the wonderment of all the following pitch was judged a ball.
And so this rather eerie call almost resulted in a brawl.

Yet Tebbe bade them to be still with but one single motion.
His cheerful "Hey, what´s goin´ on?" prevented an explosion.
Once again the pitcher wound up and let a fastball fly.
Tebbe showed no trace of reaction and for strike two it went by.

The coach swore in a language just few others understand.
He yo-yoed in the dugout and annoyedly waved his hand.
Mistaking this reaction for some signs, obscure and new,
Tebbe nods his head politely although he didn´t have no clue.

From the dugout came the chorus "Now it´s Tatranky time!"
For Tebbe, as we all know, is with two strikes at his prime.
With Tatranky power, the ball, quick as a lightning beam
Was ripped into the dugout of the opposing team.

"Choke up the bat, contact is there, just put the ball in play!"
"With just one puny hit a rally would be on its way!"
But Tebbe in his ardour didn´t hear those words at all.
With two strikes on his count he took a huge swing at the ball.

Even far beyond the infield Tebbe´s super line-drive rose.
In sudden expectation the entire audience froze.
But Tebbe´s mighty efforts were in vain, or worse, for naught.
In the deep uncharted outfield, the potential homerun had been caught.


Chris + Hadmar, 6/99