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I never saw Teddy, Rudy York was just a coach, But Fenway was my Mecca Back when Boston was a Sad sack team. I have to laugh, I traded Yogi, Traded him, And Roger Maris Too, Traded them for Tracy Stallard! What New Englander Would want a Yank? Yes Fenway folks Were not the brightest, Back before the Sox Were good. Now Red Sox nation's Nation wide, The Sox are always In the mix, After all, To love a winner, Isn't strenuous, I guess. But, There was a time, A half century, Or so, Ago, When, That legendary jewel, It didn't seem so small, At all, To me, A kid, Of only ten. She was a great, And green colossus, Astride Van Ness, And Brookline Ave. To get inside, You'd need your Dad, And once inside, She was a mighty Castle of concrete And steel, With boxes for the Jimmy fund, Everywhere the eye Could see, She was a dark And dingy cavern, ***** too, Not much to see, But when you walked Into the sunshine, There was magic Everywhere. The famous sign In center field, "Hey Bosox, sock one here," And just the color of the grass, That field was perfect, Everywhere. Back then You could get a ticket, Any time you wanted, Just drive right up, What section, Please? But now, She's a celebrity, She's all sold out, The whole year through, But those of us, With memories, Don't need a Reservation, For we all recall The ghosts of Fenway Park.
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
Ghosts of Fenway
I never saw Teddy, Rudy York was just a coach, But Fenway was my Mecca Back when Boston was a Sad sack team. I have to laugh, I traded Yogi, Traded him, And Roger Maris Too, Traded them for Tracy Stallard! What New Englander Would want a Yank? Yes Fenway folks Were not the brightest, Back before the Sox Were good. Now Red Sox nation's Nation wide, The Sox are always In the mix, After all, To love a winner, Isn't strenuous, I guess. But, There was a time, A half century, Or so, Ago, When, That legendary jewel, It didn't seem so small, At all, To me, A kid, Of only ten. She was a great, And green colossus, Astride Van Ness, And Brookline Ave. To get inside, You'd need your Dad, And once inside, She was a mighty Castle of concrete And steel, With boxes for the Jimmy fund, Everywhere the eye Could see, She was a dark And dingy cavern, ***** too, Not much to see, But when you walked Into the sunshine, There was magic Everywhere. The famous sign In center field, "Hey Bosox, sock one here," And just the color of the grass, That field was perfect, Everywhere. Back then You could get a ticket, Any time you wanted, Just drive right up, What section, Please? But now, She's a celebrity, She's all sold out, The whole year through, But those of us, With memories, Don't need a Reservation, For we all recall The ghosts of Fenway Park.
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
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