An Ode to Jake Tietz
(he truly embodied the spirit of baseball)
There once was a player named Jake,
He enjoyed Pie over Cake.
He was a five tool player,
Someday he may run for Mayor,
He had a Golden Arm,
Women knew him for his charm.
He rounded the bases like a 3 legged horse,
Ran over fences on the golf course.
Every ball hit, he caught,
Even though his eyes were blood shot.
Bad Pitches, he took no cuts,
The bar is where he shows his horse nutz.
At the Plate always fearless,
After Games never Beer less!
Is the sun setting on this baseball show!
Or Jake say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so!