Sandy,
The fireworks were hailin’ over Flushing last night.
Forcin’ a light into all those stoned-out faces left stranded on this Fourth of July.
Down in town the circuit’s full with Mets frontrunners, so fast, so shiny, so sharp.
As the bloggers play, credentialed by Jay, in the dugout way past dark.
Oh win me a ring and I promise I’ll love you forever.
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It’s July 4th when I am told the standings start to count. On pace for 88 wins. Murphy is hot. Life is good.