Now sadly another too soon victim of the deadly chaw
For every three times at bat there would be a hit
Not since Ted Williams; no wonder pitchers facing him had the fits
Baseball is our national pastime but does not a man define
Here was a man whose stature a batting box could not confine
Chewing tobacco did what no slider or pure heat could do--strike him forever out
One can only hope that players today will the chewing tobacco habit rout
The odds are so often against us like they are a batter facing a Nolan Ryan on a pitcher's mound
Life is better, lasts longer when tobacco use in any form is no longer around
Rest in peace Mr. Padre; you are now the designated hitter on God's number one team
Any pitcher from the Satans is now shaking and gripping tighter on the seams
© June 16, 2014 Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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