Still Bleeding Blue

   
   
I remember it was some time in the fall    
In fourth grade  
Fernando came to our school  
I drew a cool poster of him in a pitching windup    
There were hundreds of us out in the recess yard  
He walked around and shook our hands  
He was so young  
That was 1984  
   
Now he’s gone  
But on game 1  
The team put number 34    
Right behind the pitcher’s mound  
   
And when Freddie hit that Grand Slam  
It took me back to Gibson’s 9th inning blast  
I was fourteen all over again  
Jumping and running around the house  
Screaming at the top of my lungs  
That was 1988  
   
Reminiscing on old times    
When dad and uncle took me to games  
At the Reserve Levels  
     Or at the top deck    
Hoping against hope    
That a foul ball would make it all the way up there  
   
For the memories I have  
For the wishes I had about playing in the big leagues  
For the kids today having those same hopes and dreams  
Tonight the boys in blue came through  
 
Reminiscing on old times  
In 2024  
I’m still bleeding blue