From the lowest dungeon of Oakland to the highest peak of the Ballpark at Arlington, I fought with the Bobrog of Abreuth.
Until at last I threw down my enemy and smote his ruin upon the rock pile in center field.
Darkness took me and I strayed out of Scioscia's lineup.
Home runs wheeled overhead and every day was as long as a life age of the Earth.
But it was not the end.
I felt life in me again.
I've been sent back until my task is done.
That was what they used to call me.
Trout the Bee.
That was my name.
I am Trout the Angel.
And I come back to you now at the turn of the tide.