The Official Blog Of Alicia Goranson
You betcha!
you're beautiful Lecy. don't ever change!
I do wish you would update more.
Young lass you are a Cub fanOf this there is no errorEvery game at Wrigley fieldYou'll wish that you were thereThe ivy walls, the green, green grassSunny skies and countless beersYou'll ne'er hear your young heart beatAmidst the deafening cheersTo learn the lore of Cubbies pastOf Hornsby, Hartnett, HackThe 'Homer in the Gloamin'You'll wish you could go backFond memories of Wilson In his mighty batting stanceWith scores or others leaving the gameTo Tinker to Evers to ChanceThat magic year of Forty-FiveWhen last they finished 1stThey've tried since to match the featYet, haven't quenched their thirstCan you recall the pitchingOf Borowy, Passeau and WyseHitters Pafko, CavarettaWhose long drives filled the skiesCollege of Coaches, a novel ideaOne we'd rather forgetBut the tragedy of Kenny HubbsStill lingers with us yetNow in the year of Sixty-NineWith Leo at the helm ofCubbies all, but fans called BUMSWere led by pitcher SelmaFrom April 8th to September 10thOur heroes led the fieldBut from fatigue or maybe pressureTo the Mets they then did yieldAgain despair at seasons endFor Williams, Santo, BanksTheir long careers were drawing nighTo them went heartfelt thanksBraves in August were the victimsWhen Kenny threw his No-HitterAnother twenty wins for FergieBut still the taste was bitterThose days are past, now it's YOUThat heads to friendly confinesAdrenalin flows, excitement ebbsToday's game is on your mind.Now like a true blue Cub fanDown at Addison and ClarkYou hustle thru the throngingCrowd and enter in the parkCub hat perched atop your headScorecard and beer in handYou'll spend the day, sun and funWith best friends in the stands"Land of the Free, Home of the Cubs"The umpire shrieks, "Play Ball"Enter that euphoric stateFree from cares and worries allBack, Back, Back she goesSoto's second home run todayFrom behind the Cubs have comeNow Woody for the save.Ecstatic fans are all aroundAnd all at once you seeA dear old friend and Cub fanJust three rows down, it's meYou amble up and halt besideOur voices rise as oneStaunch Cub fans, stand togetherUntil the deed is doneThe first 2 men have grounded outThe crowd rises to its feetWith cheers of aid from partisansStrike 1, Strike 2, Strike 3Now the game has endedWe've yelled our last "Hoorays"Heard echoing throughout the placeIs "Let's Play Two Today"dug up an old scrawling, thought perchance, you many be amusedlike the phoenix, you continue to rise again and again......different things, different times.....to thee, I raise the glass
I wish you would update again. Obama has won the election since the last update, wolf shootin lady is long gone :)
Come back. Everyone misses you.
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You betcha!
you're beautiful Lecy. don't ever change!
I do wish you would update more.
Young lass you are a Cub fan
Of this there is no error
Every game at Wrigley field
You'll wish that you were there
The ivy walls, the green, green grass
Sunny skies and countless beers
You'll ne'er hear your young heart beat
Amidst the deafening cheers
To learn the lore of Cubbies past
Of Hornsby, Hartnett, Hack
The 'Homer in the Gloamin'
You'll wish you could go back
Fond memories of Wilson
In his mighty batting stance
With scores or others leaving the game
To Tinker to Evers to Chance
That magic year of Forty-Five
When last they finished 1st
They've tried since to match the feat
Yet, haven't quenched their thirst
Can you recall the pitching
Of Borowy, Passeau and Wyse
Hitters Pafko, Cavaretta
Whose long drives filled the skies
College of Coaches, a novel idea
One we'd rather forget
But the tragedy of Kenny Hubbs
Still lingers with us yet
Now in the year of Sixty-Nine
With Leo at the helm of
Cubbies all, but fans called BUMS
Were led by pitcher Selma
From April 8th to September 10th
Our heroes led the field
But from fatigue or maybe pressure
To the Mets they then did yield
Again despair at seasons end
For Williams, Santo, Banks
Their long careers were drawing nigh
To them went heartfelt thanks
Braves in August were the victims
When Kenny threw his No-Hitter
Another twenty wins for Fergie
But still the taste was bitter
Those days are past, now it's YOU
That heads to friendly confines
Adrenalin flows, excitement ebbs
Today's game is on your mind.
Now like a true blue Cub fan
Down at Addison and Clark
You hustle thru the thronging
Crowd and enter in the park
Cub hat perched atop your head
Scorecard and beer in hand
You'll spend the day, sun and fun
With best friends in the stands
"Land of the Free, Home of the Cubs"
The umpire shrieks, "Play Ball"
Enter that euphoric state
Free from cares and worries all
Back, Back, Back she goes
Soto's second home run today
From behind the Cubs have come
Now Woody for the save.
Ecstatic fans are all around
And all at once you see
A dear old friend and Cub fan
Just three rows down, it's me
You amble up and halt beside
Our voices rise as one
Staunch Cub fans, stand together
Until the deed is done
The first 2 men have grounded out
The crowd rises to its feet
With cheers of aid from partisans
Strike 1, Strike 2, Strike 3
Now the game has ended
We've yelled our last "Hoorays"
Heard echoing throughout the place
Is "Let's Play Two Today"
dug up an old scrawling, thought perchance, you many be amused
like the phoenix, you continue to rise again and again......different things, different times.....to thee, I raise the glass
I wish you would update again. Obama has won the election since the last update, wolf shootin lady is long gone :)
Come back. Everyone misses you.
Post a Comment