The Big Red Machine

In '76 the Red Machine roared to life, Champions crowned in October's perfect light. Riverfront bled red, steel sharpened into knife. Bench behind the plate, a general for the fight, Perez’s swing, a thunderclap of might. In '76 the Red Machine roared to life. Morgan danced on bases, quicksilver and bright, MVP again, turning walks to flight. Riverfront bled red, steel sharpened into knife. Rose barreled headfirst, reckless with delight, Foster’s bat launched moons into the night. In '76 the Red Machine roared to life. Sparky ran the clubhouse, calm and tight, Gullett and Nolan threw fire, holding tight. Riverfront bled red, steel sharpened into knife. Swept the Phillies, then the Yankees in their plight, Four straight in the Fall, not a game lost in sight. In '76 the Red Machine roared to life— Riverfront bled red, steel sharpened into knife.