He will write an upbeat, wholesome pop song about baseball, one that every team will want to play in the stadium between innings, a song that could get used in commercials or in movies. A song that would provide him with a modest but steady income - at least enough to tie him over during the really lean times. His first lyric talks about enjoying a ball game as an escape from a miserable job and a girlfriend who left him when he refused to subsidize her coke habit.
Nobody buys it.
His second draft asks the listener to glory in the antics on the field and not to worry about the fate of the Hatians in the baseball factory or about one player and all his pregnant mistresses in each American League city or about all the former players who wasted their best years between AA teams and injuries. His manager tells him to keep trying. He manages to mention the game a little more in his third lyric, where he wishes he could soar away like a home run instead of living the life of a ball at batting practice. Every record company turns it down, even Homestead. Finally, he comes up with a song mentioning nothing of his own job or his ex-wife.