Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Today's Day Will Be Called The Feast Of The Steinbrenner


What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Teixeira ? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Rather proclaim it, Teixeira , through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.

This day is called the feast of the Steinbrenner
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of the Steinbrenner
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Steinbrenner:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Steinbrenner's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Derek the king, Andy and Mo,
Jorge and A-Rod, Robby and C.C,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Saint Steinbrenner shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in the Bronx now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Steinbrenner's day.

1 comment:

P-Cat said...

Outstanding quote. My favorite call-to-war speech. It's practically Klingon.