I wasn’t going to recap Friday night’s game, but then the Senators completed the thrilling 7-6 comeback win over the Yard Goats with five runs in the eighth inning and I felt I needed to do something.

So with all due apologies to Ernest Thayer, I was going to steal just the first couplet but then I felt like finishing it in that same style.

Lowery at the Bat

The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Harrisburg nine that day:
The score stood six to two, with but one inning more to play,
Young Kieboom came up empty and all chances had looked lost,
But Hartford needed three more outs, quite the substantial cost.

And then Read let drive a single, and Jake Noll did the same
As Pierpont the Great rustled waiting to come in the game.
Keller moved the line as he tore the cover off the ball
A late rally was brewing to the wonderment of all.

Then Schaeffer, the master of the Goats, could wait no more
He summoned for his prized arm to silence the crowd roar.
But Zeke left fans breathless again in a collective howl
Jumping on the first offering that we watched curve just foul.

Confident and composed, he laced another pitch to right
Fireworks be damned, they would not fall without a fight.
Only two scores were between them, and Ozzie made it one
Doubling over Mylz’s head to plate another run.

A strikeout did little to dishearten the patrons pull
Since Hunter was granted four balls to force the bases full.
But LeCroy’s troops were split thin and had only one batter left
The Mighty Lowery was called on to carry the team’s heft.

One ball, two, and then even a third off the plate
Lowery looked patiently for something he could hit straight.
The leather-covered sphere came hurtling intact through the air,
“That ain’t my style,” said Lowery without another care.

Eight thousand eyes were on him as he clenched the wood bat tight
Digging a hole in the box where he placed his back foot right.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Lowery’s blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light;
That place is City Island where fans’ wishes do come true,
There is joy in Harrisburg – Mighty Lowery has come through.