by Publius
Looking up at the suites I know quite well
That, for all Hal cares, I can go to hell
But in the outfield which once promised so much
Roamed too long Shane and now there’s Cutch
How should we like it if Judge does not return
Or if the starters go four and Gary does not learn?
If the Bronx brings naught but misery
Let us look to Scranton-Wilkes Barre
Admirer of success as I am
Even if Cash doesn’t give a damn
I am glad to note after yesterday’s play
That the Riders will see another day
Were New York’s stars to disappear or decay
I should learn to look at AAA
And feel its obscurity sublime
Harkening back to a better time
This originally appeared on the Yankee-centric blog, It is High, It is Far, It is . . . caught.