By Doug K.
(With apologies to Frank Sinatra)
When I was seventeen…
I had a very good year.
I had a very good year. I hit .315
Got four mil from the Yanks.
And Jesus I thanked…
Montero, I mean.
I signed at seventeen…
When I was twenty-one…
It was a pretty good year.
It was a pretty good year.
Crushed 32 blasts and made AA
I’ll make the majors some day
Though it hurts when I run.
When I was twenty-one.
When I was twenty-five…
I once had much better years.
They found a hole in my swing.
I’m all out of springs.
Go to Arby’s for meals.
And I am an add-on in deals.
I knew I’d never arrive
When I was twenty-five.
And now the days are short…
I’m in the autumn of my career.
But for work…baseball I played
And at least once was paid
So I can’t shed a tear
At least I had a career.
My whole life filled with green…
I signed at seventeen.
This post originally appeared on the essential Yankee blog, It is High, It is Far, It is…caught.