Stephen Porter - "The Machine"

T'was the greatest group of men, ever to play,
On a diamond, with a ball, every day

There was Joe, there was Johnny, and then there was Pete,
The whole team was sturdy, as two ton concrete

Down at first there was Tony, always catching them square,
And at second was Joe, who could run like a mare

Dave held up short, never missing a beat,
And fielding at third, no one else, but Pete

The outfield was anchored, by three all their own,
Foster, Griffey, and Geronimo, no better were known

Individually the best, well maybe not quite,
But together they put up one hell of a fight

All who watched, those 8 play the game,
Knew something was up, they were destined for fame

And sure enough, two years back to back,
The Machine won the title, for they had the knack.

Were they truly the best group, ever to play,
On a diamond, with a ball, every day

It isn't for sure, no one can agree,
For many teams have put it on the line, in this land of the free

But one thing I feel, as other Reds fans do,
Those 8 played the best, as a team, as a crew.


Baseball Almanac - Stephen Porter