The 1982 (2012) Yankees: The Poem

Steve Balboni at the plate,
Dave Collins really swings the bat.
Juan Espino? He’ll be great!
Roy Smalley fields just like a cat!
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This Yankee team, remember when?

Those future talents, to be found.
It’s nineteen-eighty-two again!
And Dave LaRouche is on the mound.
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Here’s Tommy John, age thirty-nine.

And Lee Mazzilli, batting first,
Is there, by chance, a stronger wine?
I’ve grown a Bobby Meacham thirst.
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Curt Kaufman’s warming in the pen,

Another save shall not be blown.
It’s nineteen-eighty-two again,
Now batting, catcher Rick Cerone.
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It’s only May; we’ll start anew,

We really can’t be in such shambles.
We’ve Jeter, ARod, Swisher, too.
Not Hobsons, Dents and Oscar Gambles.
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Alas, I feel intense new fears.
It’s twenty-twelve… or am I wrong?
If eighty-two, I need some beers,
The next Depression's twelve years long.