Thursday, July 22, 2010

Carl Crawford: The Poem


Carl, in a happier time.


Carl Crawford, Tampa Ray,
Hit for power, raised the bar,
Stole the bases, then one day,
Took a lead one step too far.

Carl Crawford, playing hard,
His whole career, one great move up,
Flashing leather! Going yard!
And never tethered by a cup.

Carl Crawford,Tampa's prince,
Three time all-star, no one's fool.
Made this planet watch and wince.
A man with nuts, ground into gruel.

Carl Crawford, baseball great,
Stealing bases, climbing walls!
But when he steps up to the plate,
Here is the count: One strike, no balls.

5 comments:

Alibi Ike said...

Best poem since "The Rime of the Ancient Mar--OOOHOHMYGODOWWWOWWOWWWSHITFUCKSOOOOWWWWOOOOHHHHMYNUTSMYNUTSMYNUTSsobsobsob..."

Alibi Ike said...

Or even, "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Nad."

SRF said...

A fitting tribute.

Anonymous said...

Buck you know who says,

Ouch.

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