"Blasphemy
The economy is in chaos
We are living in the aftermath
As a cabal of fans were caught
Stealing an uncountable number of peanuts
Oh, they've really done it now
The blaseball gods do not seem happy with this one
Blaseball may be inevitable
But if these peanut cheaters don't repent
Could this be the death of splortsmanship forever?
Strike two"
It was a beautiful day in Los Angeles
When the Thieves came round to play
Except for all the crows in our way
As they left the bus we smiled
Whilst the fans, well, they went all wild
With Rat Polk laughing all the way
No one burns under this clear sky
Whilst it's blue no one has to die
It's a simple, fun game today
But it's a league game so we really need to win
Each player hopes they'll hit a Grand Slam
But it won't be me, I'm a loser and a total disgrace
I'm just Wyatt Mason
Out to bat I go and I'm swaying to and fro
They know what I'm liable to do
I think I've got it now, and so I hit the ball somehow
I watch a triple fly away
Maybe this is my brand new start
Maybe I can find a place in their hearts
Witness a change in me today
It's still a league game and we really need the win
Each player hopes they'll hit a grand slam
And it might be me, I'm not a loser or a total disgrace
I'm just Wyatt Mason