The last night of April, while most O, supporters were arriving at Gramps (see our previous post), O, Miami director P. Scott Cunningham read a poem on the field at Marlins Park minutes before the team faced off against the Atlanta Braves.
Billy the Marlin was nice enough to hold the paper for Scott as he read an original poem for the occasion, "Ode to Jeff Conine," a poem written quickly and smattered with references to past and present Marlins players.
ODE TO JEFF CONINE
He was just a guy in teal
whose middle name was Guy, last name
Marlin, first name Mister, he went
4 for 4 against the Dodgers
when Stanton was in a stroller
and Fernandez was swaddled
in a blanket sewn from
the eyebrowed soul of Fernando Valenzuela.
He gave us Craig Counsell
through the legs of Tony Fernandez,
Mitch Mordecai over the head
of Moises Alou.
He gave us Moises Alou,
Dontrelle Willis, Orestes Destrada.
He resurrected the goat
at Wrigley Field
and brought the Bronx to Beckett.
He gave up racquetball for baseball
and baseball for racquetball.
He gave it his all.
Lastly, we'd like to note that the Marlins have not lost a single game since the poem was read.