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MIKE HARGROVE


The Mariner's manager retired today
He looks like my Mike, kind of
Big, silver hair, ruddy skin, older

John McLaren's taking over his position
Please continue to do his job
Until you calmly lead as he

Bentancourt, Hernandez, Ichiro and all
Expect excellence for their Safeco
In the cool green of Seattle

Mike, you won the first
And last games you managed
You seem seriously satisfied with that

From that small town in Texas
Thirty-five years workin' the ball
An American man, a hero here in the Northwest

He's tired like me and realizes
It's his kids turn to have the game
So he can sit on the sidelines and smile

His own son can have the promise
That dad has time for his games
To watch and let the young decide

Stoic you are Mr. Hargrove
While Mr. McLaren's like me
Emotional, almost in tears, open

1,188 career wins with devotion
2 and 1/2 years was the dedicated skipper
Sail into the sunset pushed by the warm winds

Of July days that promise summer pleasures
To share with your wife and children
Batter up, the ball flies on forever for you!


7/1/2007 1647 cj







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