|"Hello! My name is 'Rod Carew,'|
the '69 AL Batting Champ"
|Rootin' out the soybean and alfalfa|
|THAT is one helluva big mound (right)|
|With miles to go before they slept|
|Could swear this is the same moonscape where Armstong landed|
|When it was just a game, when it all started!|
No second deck in left - & NO RF foul seating at all!
|Little did we know...the habit of being in contention|
was about to end!
|The best dogs on God's Green Earth|