Nothing’s more sad at the end of the season
Than to see the home team go the way of leaves
Falling to earth for a long snow-packed winter
Before life returns again to my dad, fan of fans,
Who sits in his chair all summer like the captain
Who sits in his chair all summer like the captain
Of a ship hovering above the old stadium, wishing
With all his might that the boys will pull through.
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