The Seattle Mariners
Oh Mariners, a team of blue and green,
With hopes and dreams, and victories to glean,
From ballpark nights to road game scenes,
You fight with passion, and chase those dreams.
From Edgar’s double to Felix’s perfect game,
You’ve given us memories, that forever remain,
The roar of the crowd, the crack of the bat,
Oh Mariners, you bring us joy, like that.
With Ichiro’s speed, and Griffey’s grace,
You’ve shown us what it takes, to win the race,
From the infield diamond, to the outfield green,
Oh Mariners, you play with heart, and it’s seen.
With Cano’s swing, and Seager’s might,
You’ve battled hard, through day and night,
From the opening pitch, to the final score,
Oh Mariners, you give us hope, and more.
Through the ups and downs, the wins and losses,
You’ve never given up, or counted your crosses,
For you know, that with each new day,
There’s a chance to win, and make our day.
So here’s to you, Mariners, a team of pride,
With passion and spirit, that never subside,
May you continue to play, with heart and soul,
And one day, bring us that championship goal.
The 1997 Seattle Mariners
In ’97, the Mariners were great,
A team that could really captivate,
With Griffey, A-Rod, and Buhner in tow,
They made fans’ hearts race and glow.
Ken Griffey Jr. was the team’s star,
A slugger who could hit it far,
He could run, field, and throw with grace,
And put a smile on fans’ faces.
A-Rod was a young phenom,
A shortstop with a rocket for an arm,
He could hit for power and average too,
And dazzle with his baseball IQ.
Jay Buhner was a fan favorite,
A slugger with a swing so sedative,
He could launch homers to the moon,
And make the Kingdome shake and swoon.
With Randy Johnson leading the staff,
The Mariners had a fearsome staff,
He could strike out batters with ease,
And make hitters fall to their knees.
In ’97, the Mariners won the West,
A feat that put fans to the test,
But they fell short in the playoffs that year,
Leaving fans with a bittersweet tear.
Despite the disappointment and pain,
The ’97 Mariners will always remain,
A team that captured fans’ hearts,
And set the standard for future starts.
The 2001 Seattle Mariners
In 2001, the Mariners shone,
A team that left their opponents alone,
With Ichiro, Boone, and Edgar in tow,
They left fans in awe and aglow.
Ichiro Suzuki was the team’s star,
A hitter with skills that went far,
He could run, field, and hit with precision,
And leave pitchers in a state of confusion.
Bret Boone was a force to be reckoned with,
A second baseman with a powerful myth,
He could hit for power and average too,
And make opposing pitchers feel blue.
Edgar Martinez was a veteran hero,
A designated hitter with a swing so mellow,
He could hit with runners in scoring position,
And lead the team with his hitting precision.
With a record-breaking 116 wins,
The Mariners were the team to beat within,
They swept the ALCS with ease,
And made fans cheer with joy and please.
But alas, the World Series was not theirs,
A loss that left fans with tears and stares,
But the 2001 Mariners will always remain,
A team that left a mark on the game with no refrain.
The 2001 Mariners Batting Line-up
In the year 2001, the Mariners had a line-up so fierce,
A group of hitters, that would leave opposing teams in tears,
From the top of the order, to the bottom of the crew,
They could hit it far, and they could hit it true.
Leading off, was the speedy Ichiro,
A rookie sensation, with a swing so surreal,
He could hit it anywhere, and he could run so fast,
A player to fear, with a future so vast.
Next up, was the veteran, Mark McLemore,
A versatile player, with a bat to adore,
He could hit it deep, and he could hit it clean,
A player to watch, with a heart so keen.
Following him, was the legendary Boone,
A power hitter, with a bat like a monsoon,
He could hit it high, and he could hit it far,
A player to trust, without a single scar.
Then came Edgar Martinez, with a swing so sweet,
A hitter so clutch, he was hard to beat,
He could hit it anywhere, and he could hit it hard,
A player to rely on, when times were marred.
And in the fifth spot, was the great John Olerud,
A steady presence, with a bat that would intrude,
He could hit it far, and he could hit it true,
A player to watch, with a future so anew.
Together, this line-up was a sight to behold,
A group of hitters, that would never fold,
And in the year 2001, they made history,
As one of the greatest line-ups, to ever be.
Ken Griffey Jr. 01
Ken Griffey Jr., a baseball star,
A name that shines like a bright star,
With skills that left fans in awe,
And feats that left opponents in awe.
A center fielder with a flair,
Griffey made baseball seem fair,
He could hit for power and average too,
And make fielding look like a walk in the dew.
His swing was a thing of beauty,
A motion that left no room for scrutiny,
He could launch a ball into the stands,
And leave fans with open mouths and hands.
But it wasn’t just his hitting that shone,
Griffey was a fielding king on his throne,
He could run, jump, and catch with ease,
And make outfielding look like a breeze.
With a smile that lit up the room,
Griffey was a fan favorite and a boon,
He could charm with his personality,
And leave fans with a feeling of serenity.
In Seattle, he was a hero,
A player that left a lasting glow,
With his number retired and on display,
Griffey’s legacy will always stay.
Ken Griffey Jr. 02
Ken Griffey Jr., a name that rings,
A baseball legend, king of swings,
With grace and power, he took the plate,
And left his mark on baseball’s fate.
A star from the start, with a smile so bright,
He lit up the field and made fans ignite,
His swing, a thing of beauty to behold,
A motion of precision, so controlled.
He could hit for power, with homers galore,
And make it seem so easy, fans would adore,
The way he played the game with such style,
He made it look effortless, mile after mile.
But it wasn’t just his hitting that was sublime,
Griffey’s fielding was equally divine,
He could cover ground like no one else,
And make catches that left fans in stealth.
With a swagger that set him apart,
Griffey was a player with a heart,
He gave his all, every time he played,
And left everything on the field, unafraid.
In Seattle, he was a shining star,
A player that fans traveled near and far,
To watch him play and leave them in awe,
Ken Griffey Jr., a true baseball czar.
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Ken Griffey Jr. stood with poise and grace,
A master of the batter’s space,
With a swing that was both fluid and strong,
He could make a baseball sing its song.
He dug his cleats into the dirt,
And readied himself for his work,
His bat held firm, his eyes ablaze,
As he prepared to unleash a blaze.
The pitcher wound up and let it fly,
And Griffey’s eyes tracked it to the sky,
His swing was swift, his timing right,
And with a crack, the ball took flight.
It soared and sailed, oh how it flew,
Over the fence and out of view,
A homerun hit, another notch,
For Ken Griffey Jr.’s epic watch.
With each at-bat, he left his mark,
A legend of the baseball park,
And though he’s retired, we still recall,
The magic of his batting ball.
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Ken Griffey Jr. patrolled the field,
With a grace that could make your heart yield,
His movements smooth, his instincts keen,
He was a sight to be seen.
He’d track a fly ball with ease,
And make the toughest catches look like a breeze,
He’d climb the wall, or dive to the ground,
And come up with the ball, with a resounding sound.
He’d cover ground like few could do,
With speed and skill, and eyes like glue,
And when he threw, oh what a sight,
His arm could put out the sun’s light.
From center field he roamed,
A place where few could call home,
But Griffey made it his own,
A throne where he reigned alone.
He won Gold Gloves, year after year,
For his defense, so crystal clear,
And his highlight reel still amazes,
With catches that left us in dazes.
Ken Griffey Jr., a true master,
Of defense, a skill he did master,
And though his playing days are through,
His legacy of defense will always be true.
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Ken Griffey Jr., a man of charm,
With a smile that could disarm,
He had a way with fans and foes,
A personality that constantly glows.
He loved to play, and loved to win,
But never let his ego spin,
He was humble, yet confident,
And always seemed so content.
He played with passion and with heart,
And never let his flame depart,
His enthusiasm was contagious,
And his energy, so outrageous.
He was a teammate, through and through,
And always knew just what to do,
To lift his comrades when they fell,
And help them rise and do quite well.
Off the field, he was just as great,
With a personality that did captivate,
He cared for others and gave his time,
And never once did he act unkind.
Ken Griffey Jr., a true star,
On and off the field, near and far,
A personality that shone so bright,
And left us all in pure delight.
Edgar Martinez
Edgar Martinez, a name of lore,
A player that Mariners fans adore,
With a swing that was a work of art,
He had a way of winning hearts.
From Puerto Rico he came to play,
A Mariner for his entire stay,
His bat was fierce, his eye so keen,
He was a hitting machine.
He could hit to all parts of the field,
And make the toughest pitches yield,
A two-time batting champ, oh what a feat,
His hits so clutch, they could not be beat.
But it wasn’t just his bat that shone,
His glove work was also well-known,
At third base or as a DH,
He played with heart, with every breath.
Edgar Martinez, a Mariners great,
His numbers, his feats, no one can debate,
A Hall of Famer, a legend so true,
His legacy in Seattle forever will imbue.
Alex Rodriguez
In Seattle town, a young star shone,
Alex Rodriguez, his name was known,
A shortstop with skills so rare,
A future great, beyond compare.
He played with heart, and played with fire,
A talent that could not expire,
He could hit, he could run,
And field with grace, oh what fun!
A-Rod, they called him with love,
A player sent from the heavens above,
He had a swagger, a confidence true,
And always knew just what to do.
He was a Mariner, through and through,
A team that he helped to renew,
He led them to the playoffs, with his skill,
And Seattle’s hearts he did thrill.
He was a star, a player so bright,
A beacon in the dark of night,
And though his time in Seattle was brief,
His legacy there was beyond belief.
Alex Rodriguez, a talent pure,
In the Mariners years, he did ensure,
That his name would go down in history,
As a player of such mystery.
Ichiro Suzuki 01
Ichiro Suzuki, a name of grace,
A player that left fans in a daze,
With a style that was all his own,
A hitter that had clearly grown.
From Japan he came to play,
In Seattle he found his way,
And with a swing that was so sweet,
He quickly made his fame complete.
He could hit with power, or with finesse,
And make pitchers feel like a mess,
He was a wizard with the bat,
A master of hitting, that’s a fact.
But it wasn’t just his hitting that shone,
His defense was also well-known,
In the outfield he’d roam and glide,
And make tough catches with such pride.
Ichiro Suzuki, a player so rare,
With talent beyond compare,
He won Gold Gloves, All-Stars, and more,
And left Mariners fans wanting more.
A legend in Seattle, that’s for sure,
A player that we will always adore,
Ichiro Suzuki, a baseball great,
A name that forever will resonate.
Ichiro Suzuki 02
Ichiro Suzuki, a master of contact,
A hitter with skills that left fans intact,
With a swing so smooth, and a keen eye,
He could make any pitch go by.
He had a way of finding the hole,
And hitting with precision, that was his goal,
A spray hitter, with a swing so true,
He’d hit it where the fielders weren’t, that’s what he’d do.
He could hit it left, or hit it right,
And anywhere in between, he had the might,
A hitter that could make the ball sing,
And send it flying like a wing.
Ichiro Suzuki, a contact king,
A batter with a finesse that could make fans sing,
His batting style so rare and pure,
A player that baseball fans will forever adore.
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Ichiro Suzuki, a laser beam of a throw,
A cannon for an arm, a sight to behold,
With a flick of his wrist, he could unleash,
A missile that would make base runners freeze.
He could gun down a runner from deep in the outfield,
His throws so precise, they’d never yield,
A perfect strike to the plate, oh what a sight,
He’d make the catcher’s job easy, with such might.
Opposing teams knew not to test his arm,
For Ichiro’s throw could do them harm,
He’d make them pay for their base running sins,
With a throw that could reach the heavens.
Ichiro Suzuki, a fielder so rare,
His arm, a weapon beyond compare,
A player that left fans in awe,
With his talent, and his baseball law.
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Ichiro Suzuki, a runner so swift,
A speedster on the base paths, a gift,
With a burst of his legs, he’d take off,
Leaving fielders in his dust, and with a scoff.
He could steal a base with ease,
And make it look like a simple breeze,
With a jump that was lightning quick,
He’d leave catchers in a state of shock.
He’d slide into the bag, and pop up with a smile,
Having stolen a base with style,
A master of the stolen base art,
He could run with a fire in his heart.
Ichiro Suzuki, a runner so fast,
A speed demon on the field, that will last,
A player that left fans in awe,
With his talent, and his baseball law.
Ichiro Suzuki 05
Ichiro Suzuki, a man of class,
A player with style, that we can amass,
With a work ethic like no other,
He’d strive to be the best, like a brother.
He’d take his practice seriously,
And approach the game so studiously,
With a focus on every little detail,
He’d leave nothing to chance, without fail.
But off the field, he was just as unique,
With a personality that was rare, and so meek,
He’d always show respect to his peers,
And be a true gentleman, with no fears.
He’d connect with fans, and bring joy,
With a smile that could light up, like a buoy,
He’d sign autographs, and take time to greet,
The people that loved him, so sweet.
Ichiro Suzuki, a player so great,
A man with a heart, that we can appreciate,
A legend in baseball, and in life,
He’ll always be remembered, without strife.
Brett Boone
Brett Boone, a player with a swing so sweet,
A Mariners legend, with a talent that’d meet,
With a glove so steady, and a bat so true,
He’d make fans cheer, and his opponents rue.
In his years with the Mariners, he’d shine,
And show his skills, so sublime,
With a swing that’d send balls flying,
He’d make opposing pitchers, start crying.
He could hit it high, he could hit it far,
And always seemed to find a gap, like a star,
A power hitter, with a knack for the clutch,
He’d come through, when it mattered most, without a crutch.
And in the field, he was just as great,
With a glove so slick, and a range so straight,
He’d make the impossible play, look routine,
And leave fans in awe, of his talent so pristine.
Brett Boone, a player with a heart of gold,
A Mariner for life, with a story so bold,
His years with the team, a time to remember,
And a legacy, that’ll last forever.
Robinson Cano
Robinson Cano, a player so smooth,
A hitter with a swing, that’d make fans move,
With a glove so steady, he’d make plays,
And leave opposing teams in a daze.
In his years with the Mariners, he shined,
And showed his talent, with a game so refined,
With a swing so sweet, and a clutch hit,
He’d make fans rise, and go bananas, bit by bit.
He could hit it hard, or hit it far,
And always seemed to find a gap, like a star,
A contact hitter, with power to spare,
He’d make opposing pitchers, run scared.
And in the field, he was just as great,
With a glove so slick, and a range so straight,
He’d make the impossible play look so easy,
And leave fans in awe, feeling so breezy.
Robinson Cano, a player so fine,
A star on the diamond, with skills so divine,
His years with the Mariners, a time to remember,
And a legacy, that’ll last forever.
Kyle Seager
Kyle Seager, a player with grit and might,
A Mariners stalwart, with a will to fight,
With a bat so true, and a glove so keen,
He’s a player to watch, and a player to glean.
In his years with the Mariners, he’s shown,
That he’s a player, with a heart of stone,
With a swing that’d send balls soaring,
He’s a clutch hitter, always exploring.
He can hit it high, he can hit it deep,
And always seems to find a way, to creep,
Into the game, with a timely hit,
He’s a player to trust, and never to quit.
And in the field, he’s just as grand,
With a glove so steady, and a sure hand,
He makes the impossible play, look routine,
And leaves fans in awe, of his talent so pristine.
Kyle Seager, a player with a will to win,
A Mariner for life, with a heart within,
His years with the team, a time to treasure,
And a legacy, that’ll last forever.
Julio Rodriguez
Julio Rodriguez, a player with so much potential,
A Mariners prospect, with a game so essential,
With a bat so fierce, and a mind so sharp,
He’s a player to watch, and a player to mark.
In his years with the team, he’s shown,
That he’s a player, with a heart of stone,
With a swing that’d send balls flying,
He’s a hitter to fear, always defying.
He can hit it high, he can hit it far,
And always seems to find a way, to spar,
With opposing pitchers, with a steady hand,
He’s a player to trust, and never to disband.
And in the field, he’s just as great,
With a glove so slick, and a range so straight,
He makes the impossible play, look so easy,
And leaves fans in awe, feeling so breezy.
Julio Rodriguez, a player with a future so bright,
A Mariners prospect, with a skillset so right,
His years with the team, a time to savor,
And a legacy, that’ll last forever.
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