In memoriam:
Providence College Baseball
1923-1999 

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Sung to the tune of "Fins", by Jimmy Buffett
Lyrics by Terry Goodwin

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It gets sent from Cincinnati, It takes it two days to get to Maine. Workin' on my (third) retir'ment, Prob'ly gonna start again. Gotta watch out for the anthrax, Hope I don't con-tract smallpox. Wish that we were still with Fed'ral, Then I could'a got free shots. Chorus: Can't ya tell it's Christmas time Larry, All these boxes pilin' up. Ya got mail to the left...mail to the right, And you're the on-ly collator 'round. OH NO! (Goin' Postal!) OH NO! (DUCK!!) Ya got mail to the left...mail to the right, And you're the on-ly collator 'round.

Liftin' stuff that's way to heavy,
Want that compensation pay.
Need it all for the RV,
Rolled right off the hi-i-way.
But the perks are good...that's the reason,
I just-can't seem-to stay away.
Tried to hide allot'a ballots,
G-Dub found 'em anyway.

(Chorus)

Mailed it-off-to Cal-i-for-nia,
It takes it three-days to Fullerton.
This could-make-a nice little stipend,
Hope it doesn't go-up-in smoke.
But-now-I feel a lot a boredom,
Guess I should re-tire again.
'Cause-if I don't now, they-may force me out,
Somethin' 'bout a Senior Cit-i-zen.

(Chorus)

Ya got mail to the left...mail to the right,
And you're the on-ly collator 'round.

Note: "Scrooge", "Hippie"…whatever he is referred to as, Larry likes to boast. Be it another retirement, life at Fullerton, his Berkley-esque behaviors and opinions, or the unfortunate travels of his RV…Larry has been there, and done that. Occaisionally, (more often than most) Larry will "leave the door open" for one of the Animals to squeeze a jab in. This was my contribution (one of them, anyway). Still, Larry remains a good sport!

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