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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420294" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>There used to be a ballpark here</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Ghosts of Ruth and Gehrig sat<br>Up in Tier 35<br>And wiped tears from translucent cheeks<br>As the final anthem died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DiMaggio brought the popcorn<br>The Mick supplied the beer<br>He bought it up in heaven<br>Cause it’s cheaper there than here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“An epic game”, the Babe enthused<br>“The best I ever saw”<br>he chowed down on some hot dogs<br>And looked around for more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gehrig glanced out at his bat<br>Atop the center pole<br>And wished to get it in his hands<br>And feel its weight once more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I had a streak in 41’ the longest in the game”<br>Then DiMaggio fell silent and turned to watch the game<br>“I did my best in 56’”Mantle then exclaimed<br>“I wonder what I could have been if both my legs were game”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mystique and Aura, Saucy things<br>Each dancing at a pole<br>As Derek with his broken hand<br>drove a single through the hole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pettite our left handed ace<br>Dealt his greatest game <br>Glaring out beneath his cap-<br>His hate for batters plain.<br> <br> The autumn sky had turned to black<br>When Mo entered the game<br>The Sandman tune was soon drowned out<br>By the faithful who remain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Robert Merrill sang, and then Kate Smith sang<br>Then Sinatra one last time<br>Singers for the requiem<br>Living need not apply! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Ghosts of Ruth and Gehrig sat<br>Up in Tier 35<br>And wiped tears from translucent cheeks<br>As the music died</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I wonder if we’ll feel the pain<br>When they wield the wrecking ball<br>I wonder if our hearts will break<br>When they breech the wall.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Fear not, dear friend, the Stadium’s end<br>For if steel and concrete fall<br>The Stadium lives in our hearts<br>Whenever we recall.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The fans left standing in the street<br>On River Avenue<br>These corporate types in Luxury suites<br>Have little thought for you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our paradise is lost tonight<br>Our little patch of green<br>But what a life we lived in there<br>The greatness we have seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q>
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Up in Tier 35
And wiped tears from translucent cheeks
As the final anthem died.

DiMaggio brought the popcorn
The Mick supplied the beer
He bought it up in heaven
Cause it’s cheaper there than here.

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