It may the day he was born,
Or perhaps just another Thursday.
It matters not, he is still on his own.
No friends to help celebrate.
So it’s no different today.
His famliy may bring gifts,
But it does not fill,
The void.
It may the day he was born,
Or perhaps just another Thursday.
It matters not, he is still on his own.
No friends to help celebrate.
So it’s no different today.
His famliy may bring gifts,
But it does not fill,
The void.
"People ask me what I do in the winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring."
~ Rogers Hornsby
A passionate baseball fan blog celebrating America's favorite pastime.
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