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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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