i was the captain and they were my rookie stars, but that was then, i'm left with emotional scars, we had our fast balls, our homeruns, our stolen bases, forced to resign - i look on their worried faces, why is he leaving? they questioned to their mom and dad reminiscing on the baseball fun we had, i coached my players to an all-time season high, but i was fired, the whole town wonders why? you want the truth? i insist it's far from tragic. alright, i taught the team a little Black Magic. come on! we only used it to better the game, i try to be constructive and you're giving me a bad name, sacrifical lamb a sacrifice fly, now you know why the catchers went stole in a crow's eye, i summoned up the Underworld how else could it be i had a ten-year-old pitching 123?