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Ode To Rottweiler
There once was a private eye named Rottweiler
Who over charged his clients by the hour
He never solved a crime
He only wasted your time
We're glad he slipped on the soap in the shower
Lets Have a Catch Today
When I was a kid my summers were all about Yankee Stadium, Ebbet’s Field and Cogan’s Bluff. In February I’d begin counting the days until Spring Training. I’d tune in the radio and fall asleep listening to Mel Allen and Red Barber do play by play.
It was a time when Spalding, Rawlings and Louisville Slugger were all you’d talk about. I’ll trade you two Yogi Berra’s and a Hank Bauer for one Jackie Robinson. I’ll give you the whole left side of the infield for one Mickey Mantle.
It was a time when I never felt closer to my dad.
C'mon son....get your glove
Lets have a catch today
Words I remember my father would say
I'd imagine standing on the mound
Bases loaded….press all around
C'mon son you can mow them down
Tip my hat to the crowd....dig my cleats in the ground
Nothing like letting it rip in a big league town
Ump calls strike three....mowed them down
Summers were for the sandlot…living the dream
Perfecting your curve....gripping the seam
It was a time when storm clouds never got in the way
When the weather was perfect for opening day
And "Let’s have a catch" my father would say
Is it too much to ask for a brief visit back
To feel the ball in your glove….the crack of the bat
To once again hear what my father would say
C'mon son let's have a catch today.