'Slide, Jeremy, Slide,' poem after Jeter play ALDS game 3, 2001
- Slide, Jeremy, slide. You have the weary old Yankees on the ropes.
Slide, Jeremy, slide. You have earned this run with your solid single with two outs.
- Slide, Jeremy, slide. Tie the score, and soon Big Brother Jason will unload one, deep into the Oakland night....
Slide, Jeremy, slide. The manager should have used a pinch-runner, but this is the lumbering American League, in which such hallowed baseball intricacies are not observed...
- Slide, Jeremy, slide. You must not watch Jeter flipping the ball across his body toward home, becoming even more immortal than he already was at, oh, my goodness, 27.
Slide, Jeremy, slide. There is the plate, a whole patch of it unblocked, but Posada is right there, waiting.... Still, there is every possibility you can negate Posada's stance with one churning jab of your foot....
- Slide, Jeremy, slide, and in the long and official replay of time, you will always be safe.
Slide, Jeremy, slide. Relocate the center of the baseball universe to the East Bay or the Pacific Rim or the Arizona moonscape.
- Slide, Jeremy, slide. Change the world. Get down, man."
via Susan Slusser, SFGate, 12/31/09
- ALDS game 3, 2001, No one favored the Yankees to win.. photo from nydn
Labels: 2001 ALDS game 3, Jeremy, Poem, Slide
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