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I wrote a lament to Barry Bonds some time ago to Don McLean's beautiful "Vincent". It's been bothering me ever since that I scarred that song with his name.
Here's a little retribution.
Starry starry night paint the scorecard with those K's
look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the heroes of a child. Memories compliled.
List'ning to the radio catch Vin Scully home or road the colors start to dance across my room.
How can you understand what I'm trying to say to you how delightful then was Dodger blue and how effortless he threw. You could listen to his fastball pop and hear his curveball drop.
Number thirty-two firing balls that seem so mean fouled straight back into the screen reflect in all the zeros on the board A white knight with a sword
A thousand cherished memories vanquished child anxieties that stirred up in a crummy broken home
How can you understand what I'm trying to say to you how wonderful that Koufax threw and how his greatness grew. You could listen to the cheering crowd but then came the growing cloud
and when our team began regress After his last press conf'rence. He took his game to New York's Hall of Fame But I want to tell you, Sandy this world will never see someone throw as beautiful as you.
One-nine-seven-two Sandy's portrait's in the Hall other names surround the walls and children's eyes pass by and can't be met by mem'ries that I get
Dandy Don and Hershiser Fernando and Game Over were wonderful but they cannot compare
And now I think you know Just what this man became to me what he meant to me and so many and why we love to praise Sandy
I wrote a lament to Barry Bonds some time ago to Don McLean's beautiful "Vincent". It's been bothering me ever since that I scarred that song with his name.
Here's a little retribution.
Starry
starry night
paint the scorecard with those K's
look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the
heroes of a child.
Memories compliled.
List'ning to the radio
catch Vin Scully home or road
the colors start to dance across my room.
How can you understand what I'm trying to say to you
how delightful then was Dodger blue
and how effortless he threw.
You could listen
to his fastball pop
and hear his curveball drop.
Number thirty-two
firing balls that seem so mean
fouled straight back into the screen
reflect in all the zeros on the board
A white knight with a sword
A thousand cherished memories
vanquished child anxieties
that stirred up in a crummy broken home
How can you understand what I'm trying to say to you
how wonderful that Koufax threw
and how his greatness grew.
You could listen to the cheering crowd
but then came the growing cloud
and when our team began regress
After his last press conf'rence.
He took his game
to New York's Hall of Fame
But I want to tell you, Sandy
this world will never see someone throw
as beautiful as you.
One-nine-seven-two
Sandy's portrait's in the Hall
other names surround the walls
and children's eyes pass by and can't be met
by mem'ries that I get
Dandy Don and Hershiser
Fernando and Game Over
were wonderful but they cannot compare
And now I think you know
Just what this man became to me
what he meant to me and so many
and why we love to praise Sandy
We need a thrill and we're waiting still
perhaps we never will.