162

Posted on April 2, 2014 by

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What if you’re a boy of the summer striking out Derek Jeter? And that is your claim to fame

What if you were the pitcher for his very last game?

Hundred 62 games played in the season

If you strike him out almost seems like treason

Separating toys of words from chalk and cheap

Interrupting moments of sleep

Shouting whispers of this and that

With the eye of the tiger for one more at bat

Walked, talked, plenty of chatter,

you always remember your favorite batter

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7 Responses to 162

  1. Betty Zittel says:
    April 2, 2014 at 8:24 pm

    Great as usual! Keep it up!

    Reply
  2. Argelio says:
    April 3, 2014 at 9:25 am

    Go Rangers!! Texas Rangers that is!! šŸ™‚

    Reply
  3. Anonymous says:
    April 8, 2014 at 5:45 pm

    I grew up with my dad taking me to Yankee games…Such sweet memories. Ahh…the dilemmas of this life. Love the poem Tim!

    Reply
  4. Anonymous says:
    April 8, 2014 at 5:48 pm

    Oops…not anonymous.That’s my comment above,Dare SAMM Productions.

    Reply

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