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At Yankee Stadium

I stared at all the jerseys Worn by Yogi, Mickey, Lou, The Babe and Derek Jeter, Thurman Munson, Roger, too… And I realized all these Yankees, Those alive and those who’ve died, Wore those uniforms, no matter when, With dignity and pride. For so many baseball players, Playing ball was all they knew. They were lucky that success rewarded What they loved to do. At the stadium, we cheered them For each time they got on base, With an inkling of whose jersey Will join others in that case.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 9/25/2017 7:27:00 PM
Very nice! I loved the old, haven't been to the new. The old field with the subway overhead, the lovely playing of New York, New York after the Yankees won the game! A hotdog and a beer. Ahh...
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