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Wicked Hahhd
March 17, 2008
“Wicked Hahhd” Nomar Garciaparra That’s GAR-SEA-A-PAR-A But everyone called him NOMAH On a clear summer night “NOMAH, NOMAH, NOMAH” could be heard all around Fenway Pahk No one in Boston pronounces their Rs They always add an H instead His fathers name was Ramon Which spells Nomar backwards Every time he went to the pahk he played wicked hahhd He was our saving grace Playing the game the way it was meant to be played With his clean shaven pretty face Even with his delay Nomah was a man of superstition, as most ball players are Adjusting his gloves and tapping his cleats after each pitch Tap, Tap, Tap He has slain the Green Monstah with many balls He played the game the way it was meant to be played Not to say he didn’t have his falls Clashing with the press Running him out of town They would turn his world into a big mess But promise you one thing, he played the game right He grace is what made him great Never backing down from a fight Nomah would crush anything that crossed the plate Seem he was always temping fate He was one of the best short stops on the field Always carrying most of the weight Boy was he the real deal The day he left made me cry Celebrating for our generation was a first Most thought they wouldn’t see a World Championship before they die Boston will never forget what Nomah give He was always there when we needed him the most The 2004 Series was for all of those who went to the grave For whom did the Babes ghost haunted That win meant the most Who suffered for 86 years For Nomah give Boston a reason to boast
-Still Love My Boys RSM
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