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Sandlot World Series
Some walked, others biked As we gathered at the park There was Jimmy, Peewee Ricky, Billy and Mark Neighborhood boys From blocks around, they'd descend For the Sandlot World Series It was friend against friend There were seven to a side The bat was tossed to Bob It was fist top of fist 'til a thumb crossed the knob Back and forth went the score Our pride made us care The other team would storm back And the tempers would flare I was Mickey Mantle Stuck out in right field With a gun for an arm Two bare feet for wheels In inning number seven And getting quite late The tying run once again Strode across the plate After Tommy struck out It was our turn to bat We were cheering and yelling Shaking our rally hats Peewee lined a single He was always big trouble Then Steve, my brother Lucked out with a double It was second and third With nobody out When I stepped to the plate Jimmy's mom gave a shout Then I heard my dad Holler,"Time to eat" The game ended in a tie As none wanted to get beat. In nineteen sixty six On a hot August day There were fourteen friends Who gathered to play Not the first nor the last That ended a little teary As supper time brought a tie To the Sandlot World Series Feb 15 2017 by Daniel Turner
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