Candlestick Park

They complained about the wind.
Willie said it isn’t hot.
They pissed and moaned and griped.
Willie told ’em: Learn to win with what you got.

Big rec

Great outfielders feel free here.

Plenty of room to run.

Track down your prey.

Show off your big gun.

Players know how close they came to heaven.
Godlike for a while,
They pass with a smile.
What a great life to end.

Hot. Humid.
No sun.
I loved Sanguillen.
Swingin’ at whatever looked good.

A writer said to Rose,
Fewer boys play the game.
Pete said notice girls’ clothes.
You and I would do the same.

When Reggie slid home in Detroit,
There was tremendous noise.
A real man transformed from little boy.

Mays didn’t talk race
Though the risk was so much less.
It would have been misplaced
His game was what would impress.

They complained about the wind.
Willie said it isn’t hot.
They pissed and moaned and griped.
Willie told ’em: Learn to win with what you got.