I heard the batter has to be ready with 8 seconds left. That’s dumb, just let the pitcher pitch whenever he wants within the time regardless of if the batter is ready. Call it a strike if it’s over the plate.
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine
Quiet thoughts come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories
Sweet memories
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power, but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad man
Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', ("This is my message to you-ou-ou:")
Singin': "Don't worry 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
Singin': "Don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!"
Girl, we've been meant for this
Since we were born
No problems now (the coast is clear)
It's just the calm before the storm
This must be just like livin' in paradise
And I don't want to go home
Hey baby, they're playing our song
The one we used to hear when
We used to get along
Hey baby, they're playing our song
Let's get back together
That's where we belong
I'm in the mood for a melody
I'm in the mood for a melody
I'm in the mood
I can make you dance, can make you sing
I can make you dance, I can make you sing
If you want me too
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
Don't get me wrong
If I'm looking kind of dazzled
I see neon lights
Whenever you walk by
Don't get me wrong
If you say hello and I take a ride
Upon a sea where the mystic moon
Is playing havoc with the tide
Don't get me wrong
Oh, my darling, knock three time
On the ceiling if you want me
Twice on the pipe
If the answer is no
Oh, my sweetness
Means you'll meet me in the hallway
Oh-oh, twice on the pipe
Means you ain't gonna show
Call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
Well now, they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
I ain't got me nobody
I don't carry me no load
Saw the Bills play Lynn Dickey and the Packers at Milwaukee County Stadium in the early 80s. Cold and rainy day. The grass baseball field was a mud pit. The Bills fumbled on their first two possessions that led to Packers TDs. A one sided game that was miserable to sit through.
Since you been gone, since you been gone
I'm out of my head, can't take it
Could I be wrong but since you been gone
You've cast a spell, so break it
Doo doo doo, doodoo doo doo, doodoo doo doo, doo doo doo doo
Ever since you been gone
My girl, she was the world to me
She's gone, away across the street
My girl, is just a memory
She been so long away
A-gone gone gone she been gone so long
She been gone gone gone so long
I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia, California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound and rode him into Raleigh and on across Caroline
We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle halfway across Alabam'
Well, that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham
No no no no, I don't smoke it no more
I'm tired of waking up on the floor
No, thank you, please,
It only makes me sneeze
And then it makes it hard to find the door
Going to the city, got you on my mind,
Country sure is pretty, I'll leave it all behind,
This is my decision, I'm coming home to stay this time
'Cause I'm a fool for the city, I'm a fool for the city,
Fool for the city, I'm a fool for the city
Woke up, fell out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up, I noticed I was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream
I was a freshman at CBA Syracuse when Earl Belcher was a senior. He went on to be the 2nd highest basketball scorer in St Bonaventure history, and was drafted in the NBA. Walt Patulski and Marty Domres played football there but before my time.
I was at Marquette University when Glenn Doc Rivers played there. He went on to a long career as an NBA player and is still a coach. I missed Al McGuire and the national championship by 2 years.
This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me
And I'm stuck here on the ground as cold and drunk as I can be
You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train
So, I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain
I know it won’t happen, but I’d like to see a Sabres game in every NHL arena. And also see one game in every other pro hockey arena; AHL, ECHL, SPHL, FPHL.
I’d also like to participate on ice with the Sabres at a practice just to feel how fast they really are.
You wake up in the middle of the night.
Your sheets are wet and your face is white,
You tried to make a good thing last,
How could something so good, go bad, so fast?
American dream, American dream
American dream, American dream.