Bases are loaded,
Their cards have folded,
All the chips are in,
Prepared for years for this win,
Studied hard, passed tests, and ran scrimmages,
Every fiber of my being, cells and appendages,
Are focused and in tune like an opus,
Witness this magic ladies and gentlemen, hocus pocus,
I was once hopeless and saw that light at the end,
As a run away freight train, but now I pretend,
That it is an exit, and the beginning,
Even if I lose, I'm still winning.