Thanks, Eddie Pellagrini
He showed up donning an old Red Sox uniform
Dispensing advice and grounders to us 10-year-olds
Awestruck, we thought we were in the presence of greatness
Sun beating down, middle of July, this was the best
And then the Coke truck made an appearance
I’ve never seen so many taps before
I have officially died and gone to hardball heaven
THE POETRY OF THE GAME