This article is not about disappointment. This article is about the dedication of Yankees fans, a hundred years of tradition and the will and commitment by the Yankees, these fans and New Yorkers to persevere and look ahead. Never forget what this team stands for, what being a true fan means and what this logo stands for.
Come, my sad-faced children,
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready;
Have you your bats? Have you your ready gloves?
Pride! Oh Yankees!
For we cannot tarry here,
We must march, my friends, we must bear the brunt of scars, wounds;
We, the dedicated, unwavering masses, all the stars on us depend,
Fans! Oh Yankees!
Oh you youths, pinstriped youths,
So impatient, full of action, numbers adorned and cheering,
I see yours, bold and blue, numbers 2, 7, 3, 4, 24 and forever, thousands:
Pride! Oh Yankees!
All the past we leave behind, the loss, the finality, the fourth and final games;
We debouch upon a newer, mightier force, varied team, the lineup,
Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of winning, the march,
Fans! Oh Yankees!
We detachments steady throwing,
Down the spring, summer, fall, up the races,
Conquering, winning, daring, forging ahead, the unknown ways,
Pride! Oh Yankees!
We Tigers felling,
We the piercing, vexing Rangers, tyrant Red Sox, piercing deep the "Devil Rays",
We the surface broad expanding, we the series winners and sweeping,
Fans! Oh Yankees!
From the East, from the West,
Central, South, North we race in, with the Blue Blood intervein'd;
All the hands of fellow fans, hats adorned, clasping, all American, all National;
Pride! Oh Yankees!
Raise the mighty Trophy,
Waving high the delicate Pennant, over all the bright-eyed watchers, bow your heads all,
Raise the fanged and warlike hurlers, stern, impressive, dominant, weapons that strike;
Fans! Oh Yankees!
See, my friends, resolute fans,
By those swarms upon our rear, we must never yield or falter,
Ages back in ghostly millions, smiling there behind us urging,
Pride! Oh Yankees!
On and on, the Rows there, Murderers,
With stadiums ever waiting, the seats quickly filled, seas of cheer,
Through the battle, through defeat, slugging yet and never failing,
Fans! Oh Yankees!
O to hurt advancing on!
Are there some of us to droop and die? Has the hour come?
Then upon the march we fittest die, soon and sure the gaps are filled,
Pride! Oh Yankees!
All the pulses of the games,
Falling in, they beat for us, with the calls to be called play after play,
Working single or together, steady moving to the first, second, third and home,
Fans! Oh Yankees!
Life's involved and varied games,
All the forms and shows, all the players at their work,
All the stops and ups, all the outfield and infield with their catches,
Pride! Oh Yankees!
Has the end descended?
Was the road of glory so toilsome? Did they stop, discouraged? Heads hung low along the way?
Yet a passing season I yield you, those supposed "champions", oblivious to us,
Fans! Oh Yankees!
Till with sound of trumpet, crack of wood, stick,
One closer, He who stops short,
Far, far off the day-break call-there! How loud and clear I hear them to the wind;
Swift! To the return of the beginning of our journey! Spring to your places, Yankees!!
O Pride.
In other words, The future is out there and it can be ours. We need to continue our journey through it all, life and game. It's a rough road but it's right there in front of us. The world was built with hard work, heart and guts that's how we must build the future.
--Fox Luu, BYB Guest Writer
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