Sunday, August 29, 2010

Oh Captain, My Captain: Redux


.272! Is it tendonitis, is it age? Maybe it's Minka's fault. Where's Jessica Biel when you need her?
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! rise up and hit that pill
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the fans to thrill
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the hot babes a-crowding;
For you they call, their swaying asses, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear Derek!
This flash of tittie to turn your head;
It is some dream that your swing his turned to drek
And you’ve fallen cold and dead.
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1 comment:

  1. Bye Bye BalboniAugust 29, 2010 at 9:33 PM

    It's painfully obvious that Jeter's either playing hurt or in desperate need of a rest. I am boycotting Yankee Stadium until Girardi benches him for a few games.

    Or until Sept. 20th, the next game to which I have tickets. Whichever comes first.

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