From: dking@raul.nas.nasa.gov (Dan King)
Subject: Re: CALLING ALL SUPPORTERS OF LEGAL ABORTION.
Keywords: Cubs, Baseball, Opening Day, Steve Goodman, dodgers butt
Organization: Numerical Aerodynamic Simulation Facility NASA
Date: Tue, 7 Apr 92 19:51:48 GMT
Reply-To: dking@raul.nas.nasa.gov (Dan King)
Distribution: talk.abortion


In article <1992Apr07.152123.15182@news.mentorg.com> richarde@baseball.mentorg.com (Richard Ellermeier) writes:

>The fact that some people that support legalized abortion also support
>weakening current child support law is interesting.  However, I don't know what
>one has to do with the other.  What I think the real issue here is

>    Who are the people who support legalized abortion AND the repeal of the
>    Designated Hitter Rule?

Great to read this the day after opening day.  It was real cool reading
it the day after the Giants kicked some dodger butt.

Count me as one of the people who support legalized abortion AND the
repeal of the Designated Hitter Rule.  I'm sure the list is going to
get long and I wouldn't discount "linkage" between the two.

>I believe this list has as much "linkage" as Mr. Kellmeyer's list.

Part of the reason why I am against restrictive abortion legislation and
the Designated Hitter Rule is because both are silly ideas.  Hows that
for "linkage"?

>--rich

>Just speaking for myself.

>The Cubs haven't won a World Series since 1908, but hey, any team can have a
>bad century.                          --Jack Brickhouse on KFXX radio 4/1/92

Well they had to go and wait until Steve Goodman dies to even get to
the League Championship (Another silly idea).

Dan King

Speaking of Cubs, Baseball, Opening Day and Steve Goodman:


By the shores of Old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk winds blow so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour that tolled
'round his bed his friends all gathered,
For they sensed his time was short,
On his head they placed a bright blue cap
From his all time favorite sport
He said, "It's getting dark in here,
I know it's late and it's time for me to go.
But before I leave the line-up
There's 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 land of the brave, the land of the free
And the door-mat of the National League.

He told his friends,
"You know the law of averages says,
Anything will happen that can,
But the last time the Cubs won a National League pennant
Was the year we dropped the bomb in Japan.
The Cubs they made me a criminal,
Sent me down a wayward path,
And stole my youth from me.
I'd forsake my teachers
To go sit in the bleachers
In flagrant truancy

Well one thing led to another
And soon I discovered
Alcohol, gambling and dope.
Football, hockey, lacrosse, tennis,
What do you expect when you raise up a young boy's hopes,
And crush them like so many paper beer cups,
Year, after year, after year,
After year, after year.
Until these 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 I come to my eternal rest
So, have your scorecards and pencils ready
And I'll give you my last request.

I want a double-header funeral at Wrigley Field.
On some sunny weekend day - no lights.
Have the organ play the National Anthem,
And Na-Na, Na-Na Hey-Hey-Hey, Good-Bye.
Get six bull-pen pitchers to carry my coffin,
And six ground keepers to clear my path.
Get the umpires to call me out at every base,
In all of their holy wrath.
It's a beautiful day for a funeral.
"Hey Ernie, let's play two".
Somebody go get Jack Brickhouse
To come back and conduct just one more interview
Have the Cubbies run right out in 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 out on home plate
Out of your Louisville Slugger baseball bats
And toss my coffin in.
And let the ashes blow in a beautiful snow
From the prevailing thirty mile an hour southwest wind.
And when my last remains go flying
Over the left field wall,
We'll bid the bleacher bums adieu.
And I'll come to my final resting place
Out on Waverly Avenue."

Well the dying man's friends told him to cut it out.
They said, "Stop it, that's an awful shame",
But he said "Don't cry,
We'll meet by and by,
Near the heavenly Hall of Fame.
I've got season tickets to watch the Angels play,
That's just what I'm gonna do.
But you the living are stuck here with the Cubs,
And it's me that feels sorry for you.
So play that lonesome losers tune,
It's the one I love the best".
Then he closed his eyes and slipped away
Well it was The Dying Cub Fan's Last Request.

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 land of the brave, the land of the free
And the door-mat of the National League.
 --Steve Goodman

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