A Tony Gwynn Poem

You put up the numbers Year after year. You faced every pitcher Having no fear. You have a great eye. The best of them all. You made it look easy When you contact the ball. A pitch in the strike zone You gave it a slap. Singles and doubles Were scored in the gaps. Over two hundred hits Five different seasons. Over thirty-one hundred Hall of fame reasons. You batted an average Three thirty-eight. Over twenty straight years. I'm just saying that's great. Eight batting titles With the very same team. For today’s average player It's only a dream. Out in right field You were a cut above. And for your great play Won five golden gloves. You stole 300 bases. Most never knew. Your career strike outs Were so very few. So now you stand In the hall of fame. As one of the greatest To have played the game.