To the Yankees,
to their fans,
to the town,
to always looking up
and never looking down.

To the playing of Sinatra,
May it forever bring us joy
to the magic of ghosts past,
to baseball euphoria
and memories that forever last.

To Metallica,
to late inning charm,
to those in the Tier rows,
to autumn parades
and the Canyon of Heroes

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Feel free to use this as a game post if you so wish; I’m headed to Manhattan again, hoping we’ll all be celebrating soon.