Because I had had too little faith, and then time on my hands:
The Nava's my shepherd, I shall not want
He hitteth it to fall down in green pastures
He leadeth us atop the team of waters
He restoreth our goal
He leadeth us down paths of first place for the team's sake
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the starter of death,
I shall fear no deficit,for sox art with me.
Their bats and gloves, they comfort me.
They runneth the table before me in the presence of East enemies.
Soon They annointest the clubhouse with champagne, our cups runneth over.
For surely Gomesness and Pedey will follow me all the games of my life,
And I will dwell in the house of Ted Williams forever.