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Ed (The Glider) Charles writes a poem for Roy White
Ed Charles, third baseman of the 1969 Mets, attended Tuesday's book signing / luncheon for his old pay Roy White at Gallagher's (see post below).
He authored and read a poem about White, which I have transcribed and you can read if you click below. (Missed a couple of words; did the best I could.)Often we are led to believe that being big as opposed to small is better,
That a shoe is not a shoe if it's not made of leather,
That the Yankees are more comfortable than a peacock's feather,
But in the grand scheme of things they are separate entities that are meshed together.
And so it was that Mickey Mantle and Roy White both were cogs on a team that really knew how to fight.
One would bomb you into submission with mammoth home runs,
While the other would tease you with singles and doubles just to show you he could run.
Both were deserving of our highest esteem,
For it is talent, not size, that produces championship teams.
Roy, it became evident by the way you played the game,
That you were a special entity destined for fame.
When I first saw you on the field I chose not to admit,
You didn't impress me as someone who could bunt or hit.
But when those wicked line drives came screaming off your bat,
I knew then that you were not just another little pussycat.
So as we salute you today I feel compelled to attend,
All the unkind [unintelligible] of my silly, silly little rants.
You taught me never to judge a player by his looks,
For it's what happens on the field that [unintelligible] write about in books.
Now it can be said that the little man became a star,
On the most storied baseball franchise in history thus far.
That you are a Yankee legend, as I am a Met,
And in New York, New York, that is as good as it gets.
Thanks for the memories.