This is on the side of the Manny Bobblehead #2 box: (reprinted without permission):
Manny's Magical Moment
Only in Hollywood...Only in Mannywood
(With apologies to Ernest Lawrence Thayer)
The outlook wasn't brilliant
For the Dodger 9 that day.
Manny's wrist had been hit with a pitch,
And tonight he would not play.
A dark irony we had to think,
A full house in the stands.
Satisfied, a little bit,
With Manny Bobbleheads in our hands.
But the boys in blue, a resilient bunch,
all the summer long,
battled the Reds in a 2-2 tie
as the night continued on.
When Loney walked in the 6th
and Kemp did the same,
Martin's single loaded 'em up
The hitter, pitcher Billlingsley,
would surely be out of the game.
Who would emerge,
we collectively wondered?
The reliable Loretta perhaps?
But the electricity spread instantly
as Manny grabbed some bats.
Out from the dugout he came,
like Gibson a score 'n' a year ago.
The crowd as one stood up,
But so did on Dodger foe.
For Dusty Baker all dressed in red,
Yes, he who once wore blue,
Walked to the mound to deliver the news,
"Sorry, Arroyo, you're through."
In came the sacrificial lamb,
who tossed his obligatory eight.
Then once more the announcer
boomed the name,
and Manny strode to the plate.
Pandemonium ensued,
belief all around,
56,000 voices in unison
creating that special sound.
And then came the pitch, 96 on the gun,
The swing and the thwack and the thrill...
A laser to left, like a missile in flight,
soaring deeper and deeper still.
It passed the grass and the guy in left,
and headed for the fence.
And jubilation soon replaced
the collective moment of suspense.
We knew he hit it well,
it sounded oh so good,
and there it flew before our eyes,
headed straight for Mannywood.
The crowd jumped up and down,
With unabashed joy.
It was in the faces of moms and dads,
Of every girl and boy.
Yes from the depths of our initial lament
to the height of this night's glory,
we were reminded of the power of hope,
and of our unscripted story.
Who knew that we'd have
such a magical night?
Who knew even that we could?
That's why we Don't Stop Believin'
Right here in Hollywood.
Oh somewhere in this favored land
the sun is shining bright.
The band is playing somewhere,
and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing,
and somewhere children shout,
But they're delirious in Dodgertown;
Mighty Manny has slammed one out.
