The sky was blue and cloudless on Father’s Day this year;
The crowd was there for baseball, there wasn’t any beer.
The T-Bolts host the Orioles, it should be quite a game
But what’s on all those shirts and signs? “Raskin” is the name.
It’s Team Raskin day at Blair Stadium, our side is out in force.
We wave our signs, display our shirts-- Democrat blue of course!
Outside the gate, Maggie and Eden wait, new supporters to enlist.
If our opponent could see us now, boy, would she be…annoyed.
Big Mike Sufczynski is on the mound, he’s throwing lotsa good stuff
The crowd wants glory, as they say down south, “too much aint enough!”
But first the honored ritual, throwing out the very first ball.
It’s Jamie’s night, he steps into the light, a hush falls on us all.
No Raskin blue for Jamie, he’s dressed in downtown black.
The kids from Blair gave him the shirt, he’s got his cap flipped back.
Looking sure and steady he squints into the sun
I’ve got a job to do, he’s thinking, I won’t rest until it’s done.
He tosses the ball lightly from glove to hand to glove,
He stretches, he winds up, gives the ball a gentle shove.
OK, so his aim is high; it’s also sure and true
A metaphor for baseball, life and politics too.
The crowd applauds, Team Raskin cheers, Takoma wins 4-1
The kids are all invited round the bases to race and run
Now a new generation is fit and ready to lead.
And Raskin, Mighty Raskin is the Democrat We Need.
"The Race to Watch"
