The mighty Edelbrock takes the mound at a recent Angels game.

It was another game on a Tuesday night, When the Angels took the field.
Then onto the field, a familiar sight, As the special guest was revealed.

He was a man, respected by all, His name was one we have known.
As he walked out, and was given the ball, The first pitch was soon to be thrown.

And there’s the first pitch of the game.

He stood on the field, in his signature red,
And the fans – they all came alive.
His walk was gentle, as he nodded his head,
His number was seventy-five.

It stood for the years, and the dedication,
That his family has been at this trade.
He’s very proud of this incredible nation,
Where all of his parts are made.

He is Vic Junior, that man with the ball,
On his jersey – the Edelbrock name.
He was invited, and answered the call,
To show his love for the game.

But long before the pitch was thrown, Before the emotions the game imparts.
Vic Edelbrock was having a ball of his own, Manufacturing performance parts.

The Mighty Edelbrock struck no one out.

He gives us parts so we can go fast,
Like carbs and blowers and intakes.
His name reflects a victorious past,
And is on all of the parts that he makes.

He’s Revved up for Kids, and ready to go,
Cruising his Chevy’s in Torrance, on E-Street.
But on this night he was ready to throw,
And the fans were all on their feet.

This night was not about speed or time,
Not about the car parts we own.
‘Twas about the Angels, of Anaheim,
And the first pitch was about to be thrown.

He took the mound, and threw the pitch out, His throw was followed with cheers.
But the mighty Edelbrock, without a doubt, Will stick to car parts – like he’s done for years.