The Battle Hymn of Max Scherzer
Mine eyes have seen some history when our Max is on his game.
He's rolling up some game scores that would impress even Bill James.
If a batter hits a homer he'll be first to take the blame:
Our Max is on his game.
He stomps around behind the mound each time he strikes one out.
His stats are up among the best, of that there is no doubt.
He always throws what Wilson calls, not in a hitters' count:
Our Max is on his game.
Glory, glory to Max Scherzer,
Glory, glory to Max Scherzer,
Glory, glory to Max Scherzer,
Our Max is on his game.
His mis-matched eyes will disconcert the batters at the plate:
He'll get them swinging early or he'll get them swinging late.
He's not afraid to swing the bat when standing at the plate.
Our Max is on his game.
He coaxes Gio to meow, he spread the chocolate sauce,
He keeps his sense of humor, whether win, ND or loss,
At the plate or the mound, he shows the world who's boss,
Our Max is on his game!
Glory, glory to Max Scherzer,
Glory, glory to Max Scherzer,
Glory, glory to Max Scherzer,
Our Max is on his game.
