Just Hold on til Mo

By James Finn Garner

After one of the most memorable exits in baseball history last night, today belongs to Mariano Rivera. As a salute, here’s a reprint of a poem from the nail-biting 2009 post-season. So long, Sandman.

When your son asks you advice on mascara,
When your head’s a-flame and your mouth’s a Sahara,
When that small, still voice inside prattles like Berra–
I’ve got two words:
Mariano Rivera.

When you’re uprooted and force-marched to some terra
Incognita, a dark, doomed hell where a perky Sarah
Palin is president and not just a chimera–
I’ve got two words:
Mariano Rivera.

When you yearn for escape and consider hara-
Kiri–Breathe deep, relax, don a fresh guayabera,
And watch the greatest hero since Before the Common Era–
He’ll bless you and keep you:
Mariano Rivera.


Published in James Finn Garner, New York Yankees, Players, Pure doggerel | Link to this poem | 2 Comments

Just Hold on til Mo: 2 Comments

  1. Stephen Jones wrote,

    One Mo time,
    That was always the rhyme.
    Now The Sandman is going to sleep,
    And we at Yankee Stadium cheer –
    and weep.

  2. stu wrote,

    Well said.

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