“Love is Like a Baseball Game”
And then, 40 years later, these pioneers of Philly soul were captured on video at a block party in Chester, PA. What better evidence of two gems of the American heritage that we must lovingly pass on to the next generation.
Have a happy and old-school Fourth of July, Bardballers!
Green and Yellow (Oakland A’s)
by FLYTE
Here’s to You, David Robertson
by David Bellel
We’d like to know a little bit about you for our files
We’d like to help you get more teammates like yourself
Look around you, all you see are ineffective guys
Stay around and keep the opposition from getting home
And here’s to you, David Robertson
The Yankees love you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, David Robertson
Heaven holds a place for those who save
(Hey, hey, hey…hey, hey, hey)
Keep throwing strike outs so no one ever goes
Put them in their place when it calls for high stakes
It’s your little secret, your Robertson-like flair
Most of all, you’ve got us off the skids
Coo, coo, ca-choo, David Robertson
The Yankees love you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, David Robertson
Heaven holds a place for those who save
(Hey, hey, hey…hey, hey, hey)
You’ll find David posting with the rest of Yankee stalwarts over at It Is High, It Is Far, It Is….Caught.
Derek Sends Us Reaching For The Bottle
by David Bellel
See that half black boy over there, runnin’ scared
His baseball game just goes half-throttle
He done quit getting high fives to choke full time
So now his fans are living in the bottle
See that half black boy over there, runnin’ scared
His baseball game just goes half-throttle
This ol’ man has got a problem
Can’t do hardly anything,
Minka won’t get a wedding ring but a bottle.
And don’t you think it’s a crime
When time after time, our old heroes send us reaching for the bottle
Living in a bottle
See that half brotha he was so fine before he
Stared to decline
While his fans hit the bottle
Last time he was fine was in 2009
and now he’s just markin’ time,
While his fans hit the bottle.
You’ll find David posting with the rest of Yankee stalwarts over at It Is High, It Is Far, It Is….Caught.
Ozzie-Mandius
by “larry”
I met a traveler from a twinkie land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in U.S. Cellular Field. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Kenny Williams, GM of GMs:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
This was originally published on the SBNation blog, South Side Sox.
