It was funny, when I thought of it afterward, how Ruth and Gehrig looked as they stood there. The Babe must have been waiting for me to get the ball up a little so he could get his bat under it.
quote by Carl Hubbell
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Faded Photographs
Some pictures hang upon my wall
Of baseball players from the past-
Gionfriddo’s catch of DiMaggio’s ball-
Lou Gehrig standing at the mike-
Babe Ruth pitching in the Bronx-
And the one place that links them all.
They happened at the lumberyard
The place on River Avenue
The place where Bombers came to play
Now sad, diminished, and by Fall-
a victim of the wrecking ball.
One other theme is intertwined
Within the pictures on my wall
Each enshrines the final time
These men enjoyed a curtain call..
Babe was pitching his last time
The season ender (33’)
He never pitched another game
A complete game shutout
Against the Sox.
Gehrig speaking at the mike
A hot July 4th holiday
At home plate for the final time
He stood on the unaccustomed side
Gionfriddo’s speed won the game
By making his miraculous catch
But next day he sat on the bench
And never played a game again
How bittersweet these moments are
for a scrub or a superstar
To know, at last, you’ve reached the end
To still have done the best you can.
Their time has passed, these men have died
And now their park has seen its day
I’ve only photographs to show
Perfection never fades away.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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I'm not a headline guy. I know that as long as I was following Ruth to the plate I could have stood on my head and no one would have known the difference.
quote by Lou Gehrig
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There used to be a ballpark here
The Ghosts of Ruth and Gehrig sat
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.
“An epic game”, the Babe enthused
“The best I ever saw”
he chowed down on some hot dogs
And looked around for more.
Gehrig glanced out at his bat
Atop the center pole
And wished to get it in his hands
And feel its weight once more.
“I had a streak in 41’ the longest in the game”
Then DiMaggio fell silent and turned to watch the game
“I did my best in 56’”Mantle then exclaimed
“I wonder what I could have been if both my legs were game”
Mystique and Aura, Saucy things
Each dancing at a pole
As Derek with his broken hand
drove a single through the hole.
Pettite our left handed ace
Dealt his greatest game
Glaring out beneath his cap-
His hate for batters plain.
The autumn sky had turned to black
When Mo entered the game
The Sandman tune was soon drowned out
By the faithful who remain.
Robert Merrill sang, and then Kate Smith sang
Then Sinatra one last time
Singers for the requiem
Living need not apply!
The Ghosts of Ruth and Gehrig sat
Up in Tier 35
And wiped tears from translucent cheeks
As the music died
“I wonder if we’ll feel the pain
When they wield the wrecking ball
I wonder if our hearts will break
When they breech the wall.”
“Fear not, dear friend, the Stadium’s end
For if steel and concrete fall
The Stadium lives in our hearts
Whenever we recall.”
The fans left standing in the street
On River Avenue
These corporate types in Luxury suites
Have little thought for you
Our paradise is lost tonight
Our little patch of green
But what a life we lived in there
The greatness we have seen.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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King Of Baseball
As one of the best players ever lived
He is still one of the best icons standing
To him a bat was like a matchstick
Fusing the ball up in the sky burning
Back down like a burning asteroid
6'2" giant waiting to hit the ball
Before the crowd could blink he
Was already putting foot on the
Fourth base he played every game like
A training session but won every one of his games
With full passion living the other teams in concussion noting their heads like bubble heads
while he enjoyed and waved freely like a
Loose thread
Talking behind base ball truth all about Babe Ruth
poem by Atlay Mwenifumbo
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I don't want to be Babe Ruth. He was a great ballplayer. I'm not trying to replace him. The record is there and damn right I want to break it, but that isn't replacing Babe Ruth.
quote by Roger Maris
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Don't compare me to Babe Ruth. God gave me the opportunity and the ability to be here at the right time, at the right moment, just like he gave Babe Ruth when he was playing. I just hope I can keep doing what I've been doing - keep taking care of business.
quote by Sammy Sosa
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Striking out Ruth and Gehrig in succession was too big an order.
quote by Carl Hubbell
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The Mad Gardener's Song
He thought he saw an Elephant,
That practised on a fife:
He looked again, and found it was
A letter from his wife.
'At length I realise,' he said,
The bitterness of Life!'
He thought he saw a Buffalo
Upon the chimney-piece:
He looked again, and found it was
His Sister's Husband's Niece.
'Unless you leave this house,' he said,
'I'll send for the Police!'
He thought he saw a Rattlesnake
That questioned him in Greek:
He looked again, and found it was
The Middle of Next Week.
'The one thing I regret,' he said,
'Is that it cannot speak!'
He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk
Descending from the bus:
He looked again, and found it was
A Hippopotamus.
'If this should stay to dine,' he said,
'There won't be much for us!'
He thought he saw a Kangaroo
That worked a coffee-mill:
He looked again, and found it was
A Vegetable-Pill.
'Were I to swallow this,' he said,
'I should be very ill!'
He thought he saw a Coach-and-Four
That stood beside his bed:
He looked again, and found it was
A Bear without a Head.
'Poor thing,' he said, 'poor silly thing!
It's waiting to be fed!'
He thought he saw an Albatross
That fluttered round the lamp:
He looked again, and found it was
A Penny-Postage Stamp.
'You'd best be getting home,' he said:
'The nights are very damp!'
He thought he saw a Garden-Door
That opened with a key:
He looked again, and found it was
A Double Rule of Three:
'And all its mystery,' he said,
'Is clear as day to me!'
He thought he saw a Argument
That proved he was the Pope:
He looked again, and found it was
A Bar of Mottled Soap.
'A fact so dread,' he faintly said,
'Extinguishes all hope!'
poem by Lewis Carroll
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A Strange Wild Song
He thought he saw an Elephant
That practised on a fife:
He looked again, and found it was
A letter from his wife.
"At length I realize," he said,
"The bitterness of life!"
He thought he saw a Buffalo
Upon the chimney-piece:
He looked again, and found it was
His Sister's Husband's Niece.
"Unless you leave this house," he said,
"I'll send for the police!"
he thought he saw a Rattlesnake
That questioned him in Greek:
He looked again, and found it was
The Middle of Next Week.
"The one thing I regret," he said,
"Is that it cannot speak!"
He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk
Descending from the bus:
He looked again, and found it was
A Hippopotamus.
"If this should stay to dine," he said,
"There won't be much for us!"
He thought he saw a Kangaroo
That worked a Coffee-mill:
He looked again, and found it was
A Vegetable-Pill.
"Were I to swallow this," he said,
"I should be very ill!"
He thought he saw a Coach-and-Four
That stood beside his bed:
He looked again, and found it was
A Bear without a Head.
"Poor thing," he said, "poor silly thing!
It's waiting to be fed!"
poem by Lewis Carroll
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French Shoes
He was a good lookin guy
Stood about six foot three
Long brown hair
As nice as he could be
Everybody liked him
But he didnt have a clue
He looked silly as hell
In those funny french shoes
You know the type
Without any heels
Leather soles
Kind of a slip on deal
He was cavalier
Whether hed win or lose
But he looked silly as hell
In those funny french shoes
I know its not right
To judge a man by his clothes
By the way that he looks
Or the people he may know
Im embarrassed to say
If I had to choose
I could never really trust
Any man wearing those funny french shoes
Funny french shoes
Funny french shoes
No man should be wearin
Those funny french shoes
They look good on a womans foot
I must say that they do
But no guy should be wearin
Those funny french shoes
Get some socks on, man!
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Nothing is ever wrong
It's funny that you lie to me
It's funny that you want to change who I will be
It's funny that I go along with it
Even though it makes me feel like shit
It's funny how you're perfect
and how I thought you were worth it
It's funny how you said that I am suicidal
But look at you, you're no idol
It's funny how its always your way
It's funny that I never get a say
And its really funny that I called you friend
But where were you at the end?
poem by Unknown Error
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All I can tell them is pick a good one and sock it. I get back to the dugout and they ask me what it was I hit and I tell them I don't know except it looked good.
Two Can Make It
(t. snow/d. pitchford)
I used to get along
Tried hard to be so strong
What was I doing?
Honey, I thought I had it made
Proud of my masquerade
Who was I fooling?
I thought I was so smart
Nobody touched my heart
I took my chances
But then you opened up my heart
You made me realize
I had no answers
You came along at just the right time
Speaking these words
That made me change my mind
One can fake it
Two can make it
We dont need no more
Love feels better made together
Babe, aint this what weve been waiting for?
Honey, two hearts can make a pair
We got so much to share as we get older
Ill keep on thanking you
All of my whole life through
Over and over
You came along
At just the right time
Speaking these words
That made me change my mind
One can fake it
Two can make it
We dont need no more
Love feels better made together
Babe, aint this what weve been waiting for?
Aint this what weve been waiting for?
Baby
One can fake it
Two can make it
We dont need no more
Love feels better made together
Babe, aint this what weve been waiting for?
One can fake it
Two can make it
We dont need no more
Love feels better made together
Babe, aint this what weve been waiting for?
One can fake it
Two can make it
We dont need no more
Love feels better made together
Babe, aint this what weve been waiting for?
song performed by by Diana Ross
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At Least We Tried (feat. Freedom Bremner)
oh my baby, don't cry
oh my babe, just say goodbye
oh now baby, don't cry
oh my babe, at least we tried
at least we tried to make it
but in these days I'm so confused
oh my love, at least we had it
let me hold on to you
oh my baby, don't cry
oh my babe, just say goodbye
oh now baby, don't cry
oh my babe, at least we tried
at least we tried but we lost it
i will remember
how you stood there and you smiling
and you smile there with me
oh my baby, don't cry
oh my babe, just say goodbye
oh now baby, don't cry
oh my babe, at least we tried
oh my baby, don't cry
oh my babe, just say goodbye, say goodbye
oh now baby, don't cry
oh my babe, at least we tried, ohh
oh my baby, don't cry
oh my babe, just say goodbye
goodbye my baby, don't cry
oh my babe, at least we tried, whoa
song performed by by Moby
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Letting it all hang out!
They all exalt in normal
they do not like the weird,
they slander anybody
who's slightly out of gear.
They all berate the odd ball
that stands out from the crowd.
You've seen odd balls at parties
hung loose, all odd and loud.
The odd ball talks excitedly
about his odd ball ways
The things that other people fear
or find a trifle strange.
They say that he's not normal,
they snigger and they grin
but he'd rather be an odd ball
than normal, just like them.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Being odd
They all exalt in normal
they do not like the weird,
they slander anybody
who's slightly out of gear.
They all berate the odd ball
that stands out from the crowd.
You've seen odd balls at parties
hung loose, all odd and loud.
The odd ball talks excitedly
about his odd ball ways
The things that other people fear
or find a trifle strange.
They say that he's not normal,
they snigger and they grin
but he'd rather be an odd ball
than normal, just like them.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Delirium
Delirium
So she thinks she's got a new boyfriend
But the two of them have never met
She's already got his name tattooed
In a heart across her chest
With his pictures plastered on her wall
But he has never called
And even all her friends they say:
'You're living in delirium'
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Babe, you live in delirium
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da
Secretly she's stalking him on the streets
Making sure she's one step behind
They even went to the movies together
Or at least they stood in the same line
She tells everyone he sends her flowers
And love letters he sends her too
And they talk on the phone for hours
It's obvious shes come on blue
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Babe, you live in deliri
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Babe, you're livin' in delirium
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Every night you find her all alone
Fantasising about the brand new home
And she's waiting for the bells the ring a ding-a-ling
Oh, God, she's lost her mind
And her friends tell her all the time
That it's make-believe
This guy she sees it's her disease
She's living in delirium
She's so happy that she found someone
But she's still living in delirium
She's so happy that she found someone
But she's still living in delirium
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Babe, you're livin' in delirium
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Babe, you're livin' in delirium
(She's so happy that she found someone
But she's still living in delirium)
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Babe, you're livin' in delirium
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Babe, you're livin' in delirium
(She's so happy that she found someone
But she's still living in delirium)
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Babe, you're livin' in delirium
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Babe, you're livin' in delirium
Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da, Da da da
Babe, you're livin' in delirium
song performed by by Pink
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I Looked At You
i looked at you,
and saw the fugitive
in my mirror.
i looked at me,
and saw the child in you.
i looked at God,
and saw the stranger waiting.
i looked at the stranger,
and saw my brother in need.
i looked at freedom,
and saw the bars of the cell.
i looked at the bars,
and saw my spirit walk free.
i looked at anger,
and saw forgiveness waiting.
i looked at forgiveness,
and saw the hands of love.
i looked at my body,
and saw the bird leaving the nest.
i looked at the nest,
and saw a world made of straw.
i looked at today,
and saw the scars of yesterday.
i looked at yesterday,
and saw the dawning of tomorrow.
i looked at the seed,
and saw the plant in fullness.
i looked at fullness,
and saw emptiness the seed.
i looked at you...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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After The Ball/million Miles
After the ball, after the ball, you were the one out in the hall
You were the one, the one who would love me, after the ball.
After the ball, after the ball, you were the one out in the hall
You were the one, the one who would love me, after the ball.
Well, I arrived, looked around but the room was full of strangers
Nowhere was a freindly face to be found.
Later on, I awoke, but the party it was over
There you were waiting to bring me round.
How many million miles, day-oh?
How many million miles, day-oh?
When I get up, up, up in the morning, whoa! lord I know.
When I look up, up, up in the morning, whoa! lord I know.
How many million miles, day-oh?
How many million miles, day-oh?
How many million miles, day-oh?
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Farewell To My Fans
A farewell to my fans
When I am just a faded memory,
and my dimensions shift in your mind’s eye-
think back upon the nights you spent at me
around a field of green beneath the sky.
For you were here the night back in 04’
The night that Jeter dove into my stands
When Yanks and Red Sox played a thirteenth Frame
he caught the ball but had to leave the game.
And you were here when A-Rod hit three bombs
Against the cy young candidate Colon-
you stood expectant in my left field stands
To catch the fourth if ever it should land..
Who can forget old Freddy and his pan-
The “Ancient Mariner” of Yankee fans
He wanders through my aisles just like a vendor-
He bangs the drum more slowly this September.
I’ve been the field where Ruth and Mantle played-
where DiMaggio stood out at center stage.
I’ve been the home plate where the luckiest man
bowed out before his disbelieving fans.
I’ve played host often to a Series game
My champions have added to my fame.
The shadows long upon my infield face
As days grew short and cool at Autumn’s pace.
I was the place George Herman lay in state
When he lost his fight for life in 48’
Thousands of you wandered past his bier
(the only one he didn’t want, I hear) .
But now my time has come, they say I’m through
And I think hard what Gehrig had to do-
He passed on the baton from failing hands
So I too say my farewell to the fans.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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