Game 19: Red Sox at Twins
Baseball, and things more important than baseball.
Stealing home and smashing barriers. First Pitch: 12:40 PM TV: Twins. TV Radio: TIBN, WCCO 830, The Wolf 102.
9 FM, Audacy App Know Yo’ Foe: Over the Monster Rewind the clock to ‘46, Of segregation politics: A minor league second baseman, Jack; Opponents wouldn’t play him ‘cause his skin was black. The Army dropped him when he made a fuss Of being ordered to the back of bus. But then a star with Kansas City; Dodgers brought him aboard; A future of acceptance he was bringing us toward: Those Teams laughed for so long, “Your existence is wrong!
” Bore so much, wouldn’t flee: You knew whom you’d be: You’re an MVP In number 42. In ‘47, got the call to the Show; Yes, some around supported, but the hate would only grow: You’d hear the cruelest epithets from bench and stands, Get block-written letters with murder in their plans. But on the field, it was ball and bat, Same ninety feet no matter where you’re at.
You hit . 300, stole thirty bags, And the Dodgers soon raised pennant flags; Though Teams laughed for so long, You were proving ‘em wrong. With no such guarantee, You were whom you’d be: You’re an MVP In number 42.