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A Day In The Life He was already 11 years gone
when I wore my first baby-T
"Little Slugger" written bold
on a slobber-stained onesie
somehow knowing that I was
the center of attention
no matter what I did...
Such charisma with that
pushed in blubber baby mug
and that pouch of a belly
that wasn't grown into yet
they spent countless hours
goo-gahing, hip-horraying
just happy to see me play...
I was a happy lad of 11 years
when I caught my first home run ball.
Graig Nettles of the Indians slapped
one solo against the Detroit Tigers
while I sat in the right field bleachers
at Municipal Stadium in Cleveland
totally enamoured with it all, and
unaware that a souvenier was just about
to land in my lap after only 3 bounces.
Simple memories destined for treasure's keep
beside empty wax packs of baseball cards
clipped to the spokes of my stingray bicycle
while I chewed the nastiest best slab of gum
and oh, how I could spend countless hours
ooh-ahhing, hee-hawing
just happy to watch them play...
He was the "Sultan of Swat"
the consummate baseball deity
the "Great Bambino" written bold
on a sweat-stained jersey
relishing proud the laurels that made
him the center of attention
no matter what he did...
Such charisma with that
memorable pushed in mug face
and that bathtub gut
the girth that belted 714 HR's
while they spent countless hours
goo-gahing, hip-horraying
just happy to see him play...
Pictures soon weather and fade with age
but, legends....that tough heart fiber
that folks remember...they just keep
living on as memories for the faithful
spending countless hours
sweet dreamin'
just hoping to see another day...
