Bronx bound on New Jersey's Transit tracks,
Direct no stops,
Penn Stations up next,
I jumped on the "D" express to 161st,
Yeah, the kid in me is filled with glee...
The Sky is Blue,
The Green Grass cut
The interlocking logo well shaped and sculpted,
Some even despise...
Ah the joy of opening day,
Where every team has the right,
to still hope for the epic season on this opening night,
The ceremonial first pitch,
Tomorrow is Game number 2,
The Dog days not far behind,
Ready to bark,
Today we have our...
Copyright © Mike Liquori | Year Posted 2015
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