Sgt. Pepper’s 2015 Forecast: “When I’m .204”

by James Finn Garner

For the Yankees:

When I get older, losing my speed,
Not so long from now,
Will you still be batting me at DH,
Late-game left field, riding the bench?
When the Yanks are down 17 to 3,
Count on me to score.
Will you still play me,
Will you still pay me,
When I’m .204?

Every contract season there’s a vet’ran on the trading block that could fill a need
. . . CC, Gardner, A-Rod, Beltran . . .
Then in March he wrecks his knees,
Hank, is this your plan?

Farm system looks like a north Texas ranch
In 1933.
By August we’ll be chasing after Tampa Bay
All our prospects traded away.
Reflexes wane and muscles are sore
“On deck: Dumbledore!”
Will you still play me,
Will you still pay me,
When I’m .204?

 


Published in James Finn Garner, New York Yankees, Songs and Parodies | Link to this poem | 1 Comment

Sgt. Pepper’s 2015 Forecast: “When I’m .204”: 1 Comment

  1. Todd Herges wrote,

    Bravo! Both yours and Stu’s.

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