Coach Lou

Countless practices
Championship dreams
Takin' these youngsters
through mindfull extremes
The respect they have for you
A lesson learned well
Watching our little guys
Growing into young men
Often were thrown about
Into a lions den
At times
They did not listen
At the stop sign
Rounding third
What were they thinking?
Hell, we could'nt tell
For we parents
A word we often heard
Lest we forget
We will never regret
Your love for this game and
Our love for you
Coaching them well
Abner Doubledays' game
You coach Lou
Certainly
With no ballots
Are in our hall of fame

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