Philadelphia Phillies Goddess World Series Prayer and Poem
Among my rituals for summer days this superstitious fan
lines his shoes up only certain ways and just Herr's chips will do.
cuz to get my Phillies series I'll do anything I can
Then I noticed that they win when I daydream of you.
There's goddesses made of copper, ancient tales and hammered steel.
Others got their bows and owls, chanting hymns and winged feet.
But you wrap your mystery in dancing music's temptations real
Those jealous ride their heaven as you might stumble down the street
because you match the screaming beauty of any sunset light
a living sort of Philly angel that can pound a Miller Lite.
I yawn at Princesses gab of Paris and those more degrees than July,
because you just make me wonder 'cause you know just so shy.
You joke you got the Phillies back as they launch them through the sky,
that works a special kind of crazy for that lucky Philly guy.
So others can pray on gameday to some goofy goddess up above
For me I'll take that Phillie's girl and a sliver's chance o' love,
Cuz if she passes on my world because she don't feel the same,
At least she has the magic for the Phils to win the goddamn game.
So dear goddess of the Phillies, here's to you, and think of me,
As I you in many a game, sometimes lowdown in defeat, or grateful in victory.