There was an Italian player from back in the day that played baseball the right way.

He had a disease unknown to the fans because he was a proud and humble man.

He would come to the park each day and have fun each time he would play.

He would never gripe, moan or cry,
When he came to the park,
there was a gleam in his eyes.

There was a glide in his stride
When he walked in the grass
Knowing he would do his best to kick some ass.

Copyright 2007 Phil Valentino