The Taxpayers - Atlanta’s Own Lyrics
âTurner on the mound, 120 pitches in: right now it's 2 to 1 forGeorgia Tech with runners in between. 1,000 in the bleachersand 1,000 on the side; right from the stretch...ââHere comes the pitch!ââLooks like a hit!ââGo hit the lights!ââGo get the phone!ââGo tell the press!ââAnd baby, kiss that ball goodbye!ââNow, I've called Turner the left-handed NCAA Cy Young before,Atlanta's own, but this is just absurd: A change-up on the 3 and2, two-hitter on the line, deep in the 9th, with a runnerhugging third.ââWeltzer in left field quickly closing on the wall; somehowsquinting through the blinding light, he snags it on the fall!ââThat's the game!ââBut all attention turns now to the pitcher's mound, Turner'sclutching his left shoulder and he's writhing on the mound.ââLooks like he's hurt!ââAlert the press!ââGo get the phone!ââGo hit the lights!ââGod, what a game!ââBut what a shame!'âWhat a way to end the night.ââGeorgia Tech must be upset, they can't be happy with this win.They've got a play-off spot secured, but not a starter that can pitch.ââNow, I've called Turner the left-handed NCAA Cy Young before,Atlanta's own, but this is just absurd: A change-up on the 3 and2, two-hitter on the line, deep in the 9th, with a runnerhugging third. No word yet from the trainer. I can't bear tosee the savior of the Yellow Jackets carried off the field.That could have been enough to tear his left rotator cuff - Ican't imagine if or when that will heal.ââA moment away from a perfect game, but hey: some records werenever meant to be broken. Right?ââA shaky close to a shaky win, shackled by a crippled team.Improvement? Retention? LEft on the defensive. When everybodyleaves so completely resigned, it's apparent that a dream thatonce was shared must have died.â