Five words that make my heart smile,
"it's time for Dodger baseball",
He says in the same voice,
That has lasted the many generations by choice,
It's hot and the traffic thick,
Just passing magic mountain so quick,
I'm young and my dad,
Asks if I know what is going on,
It's 510 ktla,
And I know I have the memories messed,
But here we are blessed,
With the one am that plays his voice,
All by choice,
Even if there were other stations that dial my dad wouldn't touch on a dare,
At the time I didn't care,
But I hear ol' Vin saying it's going, going,
Gone.
Some no name,
Game,
That doesn't even matter now,
But forever instead,
The game the game and the voice that,
got us through the end of the hills,
And the beginning of grapevine,
Will always be in my head,
This is 510 KTLA(orwhatitactuallywas)
What another great game
This my friends is Dodger baseball,
As it fades to static.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
Five words that make my heart smile,
"it's time for Dodger baseball",
He says in the same voice,
That has lasted the many generations by choice,
It's hot and the traffic thick,
Just passing magic mountain so quick,
I'm young and my dad,
Asks if I know what is going on,
It's 510 ktla,
And I know I have the memories messed,
But here we are blessed,
With the one am that plays his voice,
All by choice,
Even if there were other stations that dial my dad wouldn't touch on a dare,
At the time I didn't care,
But I hear ol' Vin saying it's going, going,
Gone.
Some no name,
Game,
That doesn't even matter now,
But forever instead,
The game the game and the voice that,
got us through the end of the hills,
And the beginning of grapevine,
Will always be in my head,
This is 510 KTLA(orwhatitactuallywas)
What another great game
This my friends is Dodger baseball,
As it fades to static.
Me and my father would listen to L.A. Games, be it dodger, UCLA, or Lakers...always great memories that I think is a dying one.
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