When your son asks you advice on mascara,
When your head's a-flame and your mouth's a Sahara,
When that small, still voice inside prattles like Berra--
I've got two words:
Mariano Rivera.
When you're uprooted and force-marched to some terra
Incognita, a dark, doomed hell where a perky Sarah
Palin is president and not just a chimera--
Repeat to yourself:
Mariano Rivera.
When you yearn for escape and consider hara-
Kiri--Breathe deep, relax, don a fresh guayabera,
And watch the greatest hero since Before the Common Era--
He'll bless you and keep you:
Mariano Rivera.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Just Hold On Til Mo
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Alibi Ike
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Just put in Mo for a 9 inning save
Ike,
You just got yourself a World Series ring.
I don't get many chances to mention both Caribou Barbie, suicide, crossdressing, and my favorite tropical evening wear in one place, so thanks for putting me on notice.
Humbling...
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