Tim Peeler - "Where Do You Go, Ralph Garr"

Thirteen season with the typical curve,
Two to three years of breaking in,
Five solid campaigns in "Loserville,"
A quick late season trade, a child
In an unexpected divorce,
A couple more vigorous spells to spite them all,
Then the fade to the bench on worn out legs.

Where do you go, Ralph Garr,
With you thirteen seasons,
172 SB's, you .306 career average,
Your exhausting work
Before jackpot baseball
Millionaired all these kids?
Where do you go when there's
No place in the Hall for you quiet history?
How could you be twelve years
Older than me? Why I remember
Our amazement at your speed,
Beating everything to first,
More like a fullback churning
Through a quick hole.
That same quick hole
That opens for all the Ralph Garrs
That closes so hard and so suddenly
That nothing is left but the numbers.


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