This is a poem we use to give to our Parents/Boosters in Artesia before the Football season started.
Please Don't Curse The Boy Down There
BY TONY ALFONSO
Please don't curse the boy down there.
He is my son, you see.
He's only a boy, you know and means a lot to me.
I did not raise my son, Sports Fan,
For you to call him names.
He may not be a superstar,
But it's really just a game.
Please don't curse the boys down there.
They do the best they can.
They never tried to lose a game.
They're boys- and you're a man.
The game belongs to them, you see,
And you are just a guest.
They do not need a fan like you,
They need the very best.
If you have nothing nice to say,
Please leave the boys alone.
And if you can't enjoy the game,
Then why don't you stay home?
So please don't curse the boys down there,
Each one's his parent's son.
And win or lose, or tie, you see
To us they're NUMBER ONE!!
Please Don't Curse The Boy Down There
BY TONY ALFONSO
Please don't curse the boy down there.
He is my son, you see.
He's only a boy, you know and means a lot to me.
I did not raise my son, Sports Fan,
For you to call him names.
He may not be a superstar,
But it's really just a game.
Please don't curse the boys down there.
They do the best they can.
They never tried to lose a game.
They're boys- and you're a man.
The game belongs to them, you see,
And you are just a guest.
They do not need a fan like you,
They need the very best.
If you have nothing nice to say,
Please leave the boys alone.
And if you can't enjoy the game,
Then why don't you stay home?
So please don't curse the boys down there,
Each one's his parent's son.
And win or lose, or tie, you see
To us they're NUMBER ONE!!
