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Same game as as link and aging, only sports this time (and, no, sex is not a sport!  ) Starting it off with this Steve Goodman classic for all my fine long-suffering Cub fan friends in the Midwest: A DYING CUB FAN'S LAST REQUEST
by Steve Goodman
By the shore's of old Lake Michigan
Where the "hawk wind" blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour that tolled
Round his bed, his friends had all gathered
They knew his time was short
And on his head they put this bright blue cap
From his all-time favorite sport
He told them, "its late and its getting dark in here"
And I know its time to go
But before I leave the line-up
Boys, there's just one thing I'd like to know
Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around
When the snow melts away,
Do the Cubbies still play
In their ivy covered burial ground
When I was a boy they were my pride and joy
But now they only bring fatigue
To the home of the brave
The land of the free
And the doormat of the National League
Told his friends "You know the law of averages says:
Anything will happen that can."
That's what it says.
"But the last time the Cubs won a National League pennant
Was the year we dropped the bomb on Japan"
The Cubs made me a criminal
Sent me down a wayward path
They stole my youth from me
(that's the truth)
I'd forsake my teacher's
To go sit in the bleachers
In flagrant truancy
and then one thing led to another
and soon I'd discovered alcohol, gambling, dope
football, hockey, lacrosse, tennis
But what do you expect,
When you raise up a young boys hopes
And then just crush 'em like so many paper beer cups.
Year after year after year
after year, after year, after year, after year, after year
'Til those hopes are just so much popcorn
for the pigeons beneath the 'EL' tracks to eat
He said "You know I'll never see Wrigley Field, anymore
before my eternal rest
So if you have your pencils and your score cards ready,
and I'll read you my last request
He said, "Give me a double header funeral in Wrigley Field
On some sunny weekend day (no lights)
Have the organ play the National Anthem
and then a little "na, na, na, na, hey hey, hey, Goodbye"
Make six bullpen pitchers, carry my coffin
and six ground keepers clear my path
Have the umpires bark me out at every base
In all their holy wrath
Its a beautiful day for a funeral, Hey Ernie lets play two!
Somebody go get Jack Brickhouse to come back,
and conduct just one more interview
Have the Cubbies run right out into the middle of the field,
Have Keith Moreland drop a routine fly
Give everybody two bags of peanuts and a frosty malt
And I'll be ready to die
Build a big fire on home plate out of your Louisville Sluggers baseball bats,
And toss my coffin in
Let my ashes blow in a beautiful snow
From the prevailing 30 mile an hour south west wind
When my last remains go flying over the left field wall
Will bid the bleacher bums adieu
And I will come to my final resting place, out on Waveland Avenue
The dying man's friends told him to cut it out
They said stop it that's an awful shame
He whispered, "Don't Cry, we'll meet by and by near the Heavenly Hall of Fame
He said, "I've got season's tickets to watch the Angels now,
So its just what I'm going to do
He said, "but you the living, you're stuck here with the Cubs,
So its me that feels sorry for you!
And he said, "Ahh Play, play that lonesome losers tune,
That's the one I like the best
And he closed his eyes, and slipped away
What we got is the Dying Cub Fan's Last Request
And here it is
Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around
When the snow melts away,
Do the Cubbies still play
In their ivy covered burial ground
When I was a boy they were my pride and joy
But now they only bring fatigue
To the home of the brave
The land of the free
And the doormat of the National League© 1981 by Steve Goodman
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Now c'mon, folks! It can't be that tough. This is a flexible category...songs about teams, about sports, college sports chants, songs that mention sports, songs often associated with sports Queen...hint, hint! Here's another to help it along... NOTRE DAME FIGHT SONG
Cheer, cheer for Old Notre Dame,
Wake up the echoes cheering her name,
Send a volley cheer on high,
Shake down the thunder from the sky.
What though the odds be great or small,
Old Notre Dame will win over all,
While her loyal sons are marching
Onward to Victory.
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On a warm summer's evenin' on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin' out the window at the darkness
'Til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.
He said, "Son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces,
And knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
And if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice."
So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.
Ev'ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
'Cause ev'ry hand's a winner and ev'ry hand's a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep."
And when he'd finished speakin', he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done
TEd
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Gamblin's a "sport", TEd? 
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Gamblin's a "sport", TEd? Maybe it has something to do with his name
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Well, gamblers are sports. I consider poker an excellent sport! As well as cribbage.
TEd
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Take me out to the ballgame,
take me out to the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks
I don't care if I ever get back
Oh it's root, root root for the Cubbies,
if they don't win it's a shame
for it's ONE - TWO - THREE strikes your out
at the old ballgame.
7th inning stretch at Wrigley Field
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Thanks, Keven! Figured "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" would be an early hit! Now here's one that was even discussed on the board recently, and nobody came up with it: FUGUE FOR TINHORNS from Guys and DollsNicely-Nicely: I got the horse right here, The name is Paul Revere, And here's a guy that says if the weather's clear, Can do, Can do, This guys says the horse can do, If he says the horse can do, Can do, Can do, Can do. Can do, Can do, This guy says the horse can do If he says the horse can do, Can do, Can do. (Benny starts here) For Paul Revere I'll bite, I hear his foot's all right. Of course it all depends if it rained last night. Likes mud, Likes mud, This "X" means the horse likes mud, If that means the horse likes mud, Likes mud, Likes mud. I'll tell you Paul Revere, Now this is no bum steer, It's from a handicapper that's real sincere. Can do, Can do, This guy says the horse can do. If he says the horse can do, Can do, Can do. Paul Revere, I got the horse right here. Benny: I'm picking Valentine, Cause on the morning line, This guy has got him figured at five to nine Has chance, Has chance, This guy says the horse has chance, If he says the horse has chance, Has chance, Has chance. (Rusty starts here) I know it's Valentine, The morning works looks fine. Besides the jockey's brother's a friend of mine. Needs race, Needs race, My friend says the horse needs race. If he says the horse needs race, Needs race, Needs race. I go for Valentine, Cause on the morning line, The guy has got him figured at five to nine. Has chance, Has chance, This guy says the horse has chance. Valentine, I got the horse right here. Rusty: But look at Epitaph, He wins it by a half, According to this here in the Telegraph, Big threat, Big threat, This guy calls the horse big threat. If he calls the horse big threat, Big threat, Big threat. And just a minute boys, I've got the feed box noise, It says the great grandfather was Equipoise. Shows class, Shows class, This guy says the horse shows class, If he says the horse shows class, Shows class, Shows class. So make it Epitaph, He wins it by a half, According to this here in the Telegraph. Epitaph, I got the horse right here. © 1950 by Frank Loesser
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Little boy, in a baseball hat stands in the field with his ball and bat.
Says, "I am the greatest player of them all" puts his bat on his shoulder and he tosses up his ball.
And the ball goes up and the ball comes down swings his bat all the way around
The world so still you can hear the sound, the baseball falls to the ground.
Now the little boy doesn't say a word, picks up his ball, he is undeterred.
Says, "I am the greatest there has ever been" and he grits his teeth and he tries it again.
And the ball goes up and the ball comes down swings his bat all the way around
The world so still you can hear the sound, the baseball falls to the ground.
He makes no excuses, he shows no fear, he just closes his eyes and listens to the cheers.
Little boy, he adjusts his hat, picks up his ball, stares at his bat
Says,"I am the greatest, the game is on the line" and he gives his all one last time.
And the ball goes up and the moon so bright, swings his bat with all his might
The world's as still, as still can be, the baseball falls and that's strike three.
Now it's suppertime and his momma calls, little boy starts home with his bat and ball.
Says, "I am the greatest, that is a fact, but even I didn't know I could pitch like that!"
Says, "I am the greatest,that is understood, but even I didn't know I could pitch that good!"
"I Am The Greatest"
~~Kenny Rogers
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