Shoeless Joe Says, “Love the Home Team!”

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I saw a man reach out in love and joy
To someone little bigger than a boy.
The subject of his adulation wore a shiny gray suit,
Whereas the toes of this first soul
Poked through an ample hole.
In his sneakers, and the fly on the proverbial
Wall, I, didst expostulate,
The shiny lad refused to remonstrate.
An athlete known as “Shoeless Joe,”
Nearly a century ago
Ventured go where no ballplayer
had dared.
He carried his team to willful defeat,
And a small fan for life
was rife
With sorrow. “Say It Ain’t So, Joe,”
the kid cried, for his hero Joe
Had lied and taken the big dive.
But today, Our Nats
and their new skipper, Matt,
Are very much alive!
Our Washington rooters
Are no sad-eyed booers.
We’re Boosters of a worthy cause.
Quit fantasizing about the pennant,
For without true sportsmanship,
And cosseted abilities,
No would-be Prometheus need
Apply.
Indeed, Harper and
Zimmerman, and Ramos,
and Span,
Werth, what’s he worth,
unless he truly “Can,”
The joy is in the contest
Not the prize. We’ll do well
Without either steroids, graft
Or scurrying Lies!!


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