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
Great as usual! Keep it up!
Thanks Betty!
Go Rangers!! Texas Rangers that is!! š
Yankees!!
I grew up with my dad taking me to Yankee games…Such sweet memories. Ahh…the dilemmas of this life. Love the poem Tim!
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