If you’ve got a sombrero, throw it to the skyyy…
May 9, 1959
We already have a Palo Verde, a land of mustard and water
A land of Hills, a land of future Bishops to rule over all
We’re tired of waiting, now move along
Move along
Darse prisa
You had to see this coming
September 17, 1959
Forever it will be known as Chavez
November 1, 1960
In the house of the cactus
These days are dry
We need a boy
A boy who looks up to where he came from
A boy to limit the damages
A boy to mend a town
Let us send him from the unlikely town
This dry, dry town of fire
September 15, 1980
Give us another year and a month or so, too
This one is going to take a while
He can throw the impossible
In the unorthodox way
Young men?
They’ll try to emulate him
Even if they are right-handed
Even if they throw out their elbows
When we look back
We will look up
Satin jackets, melted ice blue
White lettering stitched awkwardly
That’s so many letters
Isn’t that a country?
The Cold War Trumps all
We live in fear
But the boy from the town lets us escape
A town is electrified
Wait until next year and beyond
La Loma, Palo Verde, Bishop
Names that hurt
Memories not taught in the history book
Give it a few decades
They’ll remember us
But for the next ten years?
Let’s have some fun
June 29, 1990
The voice of God in our time
Or maybe just a friendly grandpa or uncle
He could narrate any of our lives
He asked the questions
He skated with Jackie
Thirty years later and he was aging
Vision was failing, injuries
New conflicts in our city
Red vs Blue
Fire and Ice
Give it a few years
The Magic will get sick
Koreans, Blacks, orange juice
Riots…
Sorry, we skipped those in ‘65
Riots
Give it a few years
Sail across that icy blue Pacific
Let’s get the right-handed Asian versions…
The Era of 6-Dollar Wood Seats Comes to an End
Fans putting others in comas
Fans killing fans
Planes flying into buildings
Raise prices if you can
Playoff droughts are ending
There’s Magic in this town
Trash cans were a banging
But we’ve turned it all around
Now we’re a unified fan base
The parking lot we abhor
We’re the class organization
Superstars walk through the door…
October 22, 2024
Lima Time
Wild Horse
Gonz holding the fort at first
Beltre was electric
Pedro’s trade was the worst
Other Pedro hit the ball
Raul stretched singles into doubles
We were all so excited about this all-star team
We forgot the Boy from Navajoa was in trouble
We were just a few days away from beating our rivals from New York
And we hoped our Golden Boy would live to see the magic work
The heart of LA semi-healed in the 80s
And we’ve been working on it ever since
But there were enough sombreros left to hold over our hearts
The baseball gods would give us this
Yes, the baseball gods would give us this:
November 1, 2024
Feliz cumpleanos
Today we celebrate you
Today we celebrate us
Angelenos
Ushers, straw hats, Roger
Nancy Bea, traffic, relish and onions out of a turncrank
Mike Brito, Tommy, 2020 in the park, Jaime Jarrin
Vindication for Yu and Kersh and Kenley
You don’t mess with Dodger Blue
Take a look in the stands
Gibby, Freeman
That’s a script
And the script says
Hug thy neighbor on a walk-off grand slam
Hug thy neighbor when the Yanks can’t play defense
Hug thy neighbor
Love thy neighbor
Melt the ice between us
Love Los Doyers
A taxi squad of pitchers
The Stuntmen
It all comes together
Anyone wearing that hat
That #34 jersey?
Mi hermano
My childhood
Yes, it all comes together
Baila Conmigo
It blasts in our heads
The dreams when we are in bed
It still doesn’t seem real
LA is Dodger Blue
Ahora
You’ve forgotten already?
You’ve forgotten about the boy from Navajoa?
We sent him to you
To all of you
We gave you these magic moments
Magic, too?
We haven’t forgotten about you
But maybe you have forgotten about him
And what it means to come from nothing
And be everything
The mythological dream come to life…
A van pulls up in broad daylight
And strips it all away
Children cry, pregnant women die
We have forgotten to take that leap of faith
And look up toward the sky
How many more times
Must a last name have a z
Before these fleeting moments are cast into eternity?
As long as you say nothing while the city bleeds
It all falls apart
Algunos sombreros siguen volando
Algunos vuelven a la tierra
Algunos sombreros son derribados
Algunos siempre están en guerra
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