Philadelphia, 1964
Going to Connie Mack Stadium would be good.
However, I don’t like walking through that neighborhood.
Up there is where some trouble is going on.
Park your car, and you will find your hubcaps gone.
Perhaps they won’t bother us if I stay close to you.
There are some troublemakers up on Lehigh Avenue.
We have to walk west after leaving the subway.
The place is at twenty-first street, not too far way.
Just a few years ago, the Phillies were the worst.
This summer, it is a surprise to see them in first.
They seem to be pulling away at a torrid pace.
That Richie Allen looks good playing third base.
They brought over Jim Bunning from Detroit.
He looks like a winner, as he appears quite adroit.
Back on Father’s Day, we saw him pitch that perfect game.
If he keeps going like that, he is on his way to fame.
Johnny Callison hit the homer that won the All Star Game.
He is another player making himself a name.
It looks as if this team has it together.
What did they say on the news about today’s weather?
Turn that radio off. I don’t want to hear anymore.
All they play is music from that Liverpool Fab Four.
Those four English guys are polluting the airwaves.
Somehow, their music is what my girlfriend craves.
These bums look strange with that disgusting long hair.
They drive the girls batty, but I don’t seem to care.
Anyway, let’s get going. It’s starting to get late.
If the Phillies win both games today, won't that be great?
I was seven years old during the summer of 1964.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2010
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