Bobblehead Night

He wasn't supposed to play,
But what did the crowd say?
The biggest number on display.
Ninety-nine.
And as the chant echoed loud,
A chill ran down my spine.
Every plate was covered in blue
And it was time to see
What hope could do.
Hope calmed the bullet
And guided its path,
Hope pushed wood
To make lovers at last,
Hope was a crack
That was heard through the stands,
Hope was the making
Of the grandest of slams.
One pitch it took
To turn the tables around,
One fence it took
To turn a ball overbound,
One man it took
To put it six underground,
Manny Ramirez,
And this is his town.