Baseball Project The Closer
I sit on my ass and watch the game like everybody else
And when it's on the line that's when they pull me down from the shelf
You think this kind of pressure is easy, you're just kidding yourself
My heroes had colorful names and bad attitude
Short-lived fame and an even shorter fuse
Everything to gain and plenty to lose
If you're only in it for a little while you'd better make it count
If you can't stand the heat you're gonna have to get out
I'd pitched 5 days straight, they didn't want to bring me in
My arm was hamburger meat, they didn't want to bring me in
Bases loaded, nobody out, they had to bring me in
Some hot shot rookie (they didn't want to bring me in)
Switch hitting batting champ (they didn't want to let me in)
MVP, strike 3, my work was done again
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If you want to hate my guts, that's all right by me
If you think you've got my number, that's all right by me
But you're gonna have to stand in against me, and then we'll see
It takes a certain amount of guts, arrogance and a bit of insanity to work in only the final minutes of the game when everything is on the line and the margin between winning and losing hinges upon the handful of pitches that you throw. Baseball's closing relief specialists combine these elements and a hunger for pressure to cement their status as the ultimate outlaws in a gentlemen's game.
