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Came from Baltimore by Pigtown
Where they like to lay the law down.
He rebelled against the ground rule.
Had to grow up in reform school.
Got acquainted with a curveball
Dealing pepper by the church hall;
Broke some windows, but he left the scouts impressed.
He was an OG All Star, and a first draft Hall of Famer.
He had manners like a gomer, but he played with no disclaimer.
Pitched in Beantown, till they tossed him.
They’d regret they ever lost him.
Joined the Yankees as a slugger.
Jumped on southpaws like a mugger,
Shooting rockets past the flagpole.
Fattest wallet on the payroll.
Made a called shot, and the papers did the rest.
He went from zero to sixty lodged in Murderers’ Row,
With women, booze, and money all just part of the show.
He led the A.L. in hitting.
Chased after ta-il, no quitting.
Played ring around the bases
In a dozen pennant races.
He scored doubles at the wet bar.
Belted homers before radar,
And suffered his publicity’s intrigues.
He was an urban legend; no one ever saw him on TV.
And in the house that he built, there’s a tribute to his number three.
It was series after series.
All the bookies have their theories,
Parsing records and statistics,
Charting sinker ball ballistics,
But in the end, most everyone agrees:
He never had to play the N*gro Leagues.
RICKEY HENDERSON
IS ELITE
HE DID IT ALL
ON HIS OWN TWO FEET
RICKEY'S WELL KNOWN
FOR STOLEN BASES
LEAD OFF HOMERS
AGAINST THE ACES
SILVER SLUGGER
GOLDEN GLOVE
A TALENTED ATHLETE
AND CUT ABOVE
HE HOLDS THE RECORD
FOR STOLEN BASES
ACCOMPLISHED THIS FEAT
BY VISITING PLACES
3,000 HITS
AMONG NINE DIFFERENT TEAMS
TIME RUNS PAST
OR SO IT SEEMS
RICKEY'S THE BEST
THAT'S WHAT RICKEY WOULD SAY
AS LONG AS HE DOESN'T
HAVE TO FACE RYAN TODAY
ON SECOND THOUGHT
RICKEY LOVES THE THRILL
IF HE STRIKES RICKEY OUT
RICKEY LIVES UP TO THE BILL
AUGUST, 89
ON THE 22ND DAY
RICKEY BECAME RYAN'S
5,000TH K
TO QUOTE THE ALL STAR
AND SERIES MVP
"HE GAVE ME NO CHANCE"
"HE JUST BLEW IT BY ME"
When playing basketball
being tall is best it's thought
but that's not all
wearing saggy baggy shorts on the court
needs keen hand-eye coordination
plus being fleet of foot
and have no quibble with dunk or dribble
if through the hoop a Wilson you wish to put.
As for American football
boring from the sideline I find
it's more talk less action
namby-pamby as opposed to rugby
which is wilder less calmer
and without all the body armour
now there's a game with some traction.
America's pastime baseball
is another matter
whether pitcher or batter
with Rawlings or Slugger
when on the mound I have found
unlike soccer or rugger
before a ball the hurler throws
and the pitch is hit or caught with a mitt
first rearrange the private parts in public
twitch the cap and then spit.
5/26/21
Get off your high horse now
Obviously we got no common ground
So quick to put me down
And to spread my business around
The town
Because you think I've been a clown
People like you, I wouldn't help, I'd watch you drown
Because what you got away with, should have never been allowed
Which is why I must put a stop to it now
You thought you've been preaching to the choir
But you are playing with fire
Of you I tire
You disgust nearly ever fiber
Of my being, truth is I'm wiser
And nicer
Even though I'm always getting drunk and higher
Situations turned dire
But I did what was required
You sit there on a telephone wire
Fast to call me a liar
As I do my thing near and far from briar
From here to way beyond the Netherlands
You're off in neverland
The turmoil and challenge is turning me into a better man
Traveling in and out of desert sand
How you treated me and others could leave you forever damned
Winding up with much more than severed hand
Among world wonders
Often praising others
It's good to see your true colors
You punk ass mother f**** er
Never was all cookie cutter
People and animals continuing to suffer
Eventually going under
Meanwhile there's no end to world hunger
As life keeps on getting tougher
The strength and what it takes, I muster
Easy tiger, way to go slugger
From so much alcohol, takes some time to recover
All these money grubbers
And blood suckers
The very thought of it makes most shudder
During every Autumn, Winter, Spring and Summer
Oh what a bummer
You always ducked for cover
Or acted like you were in the midst of slumber
People getting dumber and dumber
Obsessed with materials and numbers
It's not easy becoming a Legendary
Major League Baseball pitcher.
It never was and will never be.
You get put through the wringer
and hung out to dry.
From time to time you'll get little or no
run support.
You may have to face Legendary Icons
of the game 2 and 3 times in a game.
Come face to face with undisguised
Batting Champions.
Silver Slugger Award Winners.
Members and potential Members of the
500 Home Run Club.
Members and potential Members
of the 3000 Hits Club
A few Future Members of
Baseballs Hall of Fame
as well as Iconic MLB ALL STARS.
You will face monumental challenges.
You'll get worn down and roughed up
being on the road 82 games a season.
As a Major League Baseball Starting Pitcher
you suck it up, go out on the mound
and challenge history.
You bring your "A" game
You bring your best fastball
your best curve ball
and your best change up.
When you average 33 starts a season.
Average 10 complete games per season.
Average 3 shut outs per season.
Throw a No Hitter every 3.857 seasons.
Face an average 972 batters per season.
Average 232 innings per season
Through hot , cold , humid and sticky weather.
Give up an average 169 hits per season.
Average 232 innings per season.
Average 82 earned runs per season.
Give up an average 14 home runs in 33 games
over 232 innings per season.
When you average 120 walks per season
Strike out an average 246 batters per season
for a career total of 5714.
It kinda looks like this.
6.6 hits per 9 innings
4.7 walks per 9 innings
9.5 strike outs per 9 innings
Over 27 seasons.
When you do that for a total of 27 seasons
The critics will call you the next
Nolan Ryan.
The Legendary Strike Out King
Member of Major League Baseballs
Hall of Fame.
Michael E. Harris
02202022
When we are judged by others
It has us ducking running for cover
Many of us discover
The people who do it rarely recover
The respect and love that they smother
When they cause a storm that thunders
That for most us is a wide-open stunner
That makes us feel like we have been attacked by a slugger
What they don't realize is they are the ones that suffer
For judging another
Causing what is left to only hover
That can ruin a relationship forever
Whether it's another brother or your lover
It's not our right to judge another
Any kind of judgment that makes someone flutter
Making them feel like they are less than others
Igniting feelings that make us want to stand and fight
That puts the relationship in a different light
Causing nothing but trouble
That makes the relationship struggle
Like it's stuck in a bubble
In spite of what you think this is only Gods right
It only steals our sunlight
That makes the relationship shine so bright
Puts our world out of sight
Leaving most of us in dispare
Taking our ability to love and care
Or treat each other fare
Strangeling our relationship into a rut
That makes it hard for us to let
Our feelings become unstuck
Ultimately making the abuser shut the door
We all need to abide and take Gods side
So our relationship doesn't just want to hide
Rather than float like a butterfly
To live all our relationships with life's highest high's
Letting any judging of others just die
So we can see each other eye to eye
A People Power Champion
that how they speak when
most people say his name.
Stormester Amir born in
Mobius Grander(Parts Unknow) once
blacklisted and removed
from active competition made a
world renowned return
" Amazing Impossible Possibility"
a promoter named his intent to be
Champion.
Due to his inability to get involved
because of his blacklisting
he marveled around and was thought
to be "Masked Wrestler" and
"Slugger Caul"
Both found to be not him
when both men were
challenged to be in the same
arena and were both unmasked
by "Large" Gussy Steeper.
Arco Danzon and Bolero Clave Dinger
were found to be the Masked grapplers
but due to there ages some spoke of a
wrestlers conspirasy: most ragsheets reported
the guys being both in there early twenties
but the they beleived was
the Masked WrestlerII had wrestled
Masked for more then ten years prior to
this unmasking. This made the return
of the superstar a specail event.
Don't be alarmed by me
I've always been a hugger
In touch with my emotions
No one calls me slugger
In fact I have been known
To wear my heart on my sleeve
It really is dangerous
More than you might believe
If not for the hugging
It would have turned to ice
Instead it's toasty warm
All this hugging is so nice
If you come to see me
I'll greet you like a bear
I'll hug you really close
You'll see how much I care
Even more than giving
They are great to receive
Remember to hug a friend
It will make their heart believe
To hug is to be human
It brings joy to our face
We can release sorrow
By sharing an embrace
Something that is so simple
Can make our life worthwhile
The more of them I'm given
The larger that I will smile
My goal is to be happy
Reach out and give me a hug
From there access my heart stings
If you wish give them a tug
We'd leave just after breakfast
Play hard all day
There were no cell phones or play dates
We would gather up our friends
take off down the monkey trail
running wild in the thistle fields
chased fly balls on the baseball diamond
collected pop bottles for a nickel a piece
lunch was gulps of warm hose water
a palm filled with stolen plums.
Then off to the train trestle
slinging rocks at muddy beer bottles
flattening pennies on the rails
there were no clocks to tug at our tails.
Dusk was the cue for us to move things along
5-speed banana bikes slicing the monkey trail in the half-light.
Mad little monkeys and scratching the back of our minds
The trail ogres and perverts never dare touch us.
We had the numbers and were armed with Louisville slugger bats.
We were trail-toughened little bucks
the warm hose water didn't kill us.
We were grimy little dust devils
on a lightning streak of good luck.