We'd never lose another game,
How great our starting nine would be.
Each member in the Hall of Fame,
If all we did was play KC.
Our Jeet would have a million hits,
A ten-year, solid hitting spree,
We'd blast their bullpens into bits,
If all we did was play KC.
Our teams would top all "Greatest" lists,
Each game showcased on Fox TV,
We'd watch McCarver slit his wrists,
If all we did was play KC.
We'd have no need for atom bombs,
No body counts, no war decrees,
No more Iraqs, no Vietnams,
If all we did was play KC.
To loss, we'd never be resigned,
How great our Presidents would be,
No starving children left behind,
If all we did was play KC.
Perhaps some day we'll make that deal,
One foe, throughout eternity,
But Satan's grin might seem surreal,
When George Brett bats for old KC.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
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When Kansas City was a Yankee farm team
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