Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Chien-Ming Wang, the poem

A blast from our past, Oct. 22, 07...

(Because those who forget the past are doomed to play Giambi at 1B.)

Chien-Ming Wang, (5 innings, 12 earned runs)

Some shall wonder why Joe’s gone,
Some shall cry out, “What went wrong?”
Some will blame that insect throng,
But I’ll remember Chien-Ming Wang.

For sure, his ending was foregone
That night we watched our lead withdrawn.
And now, it hurts to say, “So long.”
And then to ponder Chien-Ming Wang.

Next summer, birds shall sing their song,
While happy children play along.
But we’ll remember who is gone,
Whenever we see Chien-Ming Wang.

3 comments:

Alphonso said...

And with Johan having pitched great in Mets opening day win, Chin Ming will get lit up like Paris at New Years if the Yanks play tonight.

I don't like our chances this year.

enzu said...

*tear*

I may be one of the biggest Chien-Ming Wang fans...but this poem is really quite sad.

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