This Is October Bob Halligan Jr.

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Lyrics

That short, fat, bald guy's a fall baseball guy.
He loves to watch his Bombers win again.
Lives through the players.
Loves when they hit 'taters, but he's a couch potato and it's been a sin.
He wishes he were more.
Knows what makes you ready for
A trip to the Hall of Fame, is not some August game.

This is October. The kid stuff is over.
Time to deliver what the fans pay you to do.
This is October.

He's Derek Jeter. He hits the heater.
He's undefeated in his dreams.
At least he dreams, but when he wakes up,
he drops the pop-ups.
Lets down his son-and-wifely team,
and they scream, "You can do it, do it dad.
We know that you're not so bad.
So don't just lie about. Time is runnin' out."

This is October. The kid stuff is over.
Time to deliver what the family prays you can do.
This is October.

Fantasy camp, the Mick is there.
The Babe says, "Straighten up, comb your hair."
You gotta give all you can give.
You gotta love. You gotta love.
You gotta live.

This is October. The kid stuff is over.
Time to deliver what the fans pay you to do.
This is October. The kid stuff is over.
Time to deliver what the fans pay you to do.
This is October.

Artist Reflection

I am a New York Yankees fan of some 47 years standing, and more fanatical than ever. A basic life-lesson to be had from baseball is that when your team needs you — whether the shortstop or the short-order cook wife/husband/girlfriend/boyfriend/brother, etc. — you need to be present and fully functioning in the glow of the second of the 2 great Commandments: Love thy Neighbor! Note in the first chorus of the song, it says: "Time to deliver what your fans pay you to do." Then the second chorus is "Time to deliver what your family prays you will do." We are all occasional couch-potatoes when God needs us to be swinging into action, so ballplayer or otherwise, we need to "hit the heater" and come through in the clutch, when it really matters to someone other than ourselves.

Ceili Rain songs tend to be a little edgy and a little "under-the-radar" in their spirituality. Let me be clear about something. I am not down on people who don't like baseball ("Bless their hearts," as they say in the South.) I am not attacking "short, fat, bald guys." I am lecturing myself, as usual, about getting into the action as the Lord requires, and as Steve Angrisano and Tom Tomaszek say, making a difference. There is no action too small or great to make the Lord smile. He just wants to see the bat in your hands! He wants to see you swing and be in love with the game! So play fair, play hard, and give thanks for every swing...

- Bob Halligan, Jr. and Ceili Rain