Y is for Youth, that’s the Plan that we followThough the record we have makes it tougher to swallow
We’re better than last year, if I may be so bold
We still lose all the time, but at least we’re not old
Z is for Z-Men(n) – we’ve two of them nowR. at the corner, J. on the mound
By the time that we’re good – and this is a surety
Both Z’s will be collecting Social Security
Thanks to FromOldBooks for the letters, and extra special thanks to Erato, muse of lyric poetry, for flitting about my head intermittently over the last month. Special whatever the opposite of thanks is to the Red Sox, for acquiring a LaRoche and robbing my N stanza of the timelessness to which great poetry aspires. Anyway, I'll put the whole thing up in one post tomorrow. UPDATE: And by "tomorrow," I mean "next week." Who knew it was so damn complicated to do a "Click to read more" on a post?
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You need to put up the poetry post so I can link to it on McCovey Chronicles. Those people don't have the attention span to keep scrolling down.
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