Bobby Wine
Robert Paul Wine Sr. (born September 17, 1938, in New York City) is a former shortstop, coach and manager in Major League Baseball. An excellent fielder who struggled as a batsman, Wine spent 12 seasons in the National League with the Philadelphia Phillies (1960; 1962–68) and the Montreal Expos (1969–72). He won the NL Gold Glove Award in 1963.
Playing career
Minor leagues
Before the 1957 season, Bobby Wine was signed by the Philadelphia Phillies as an amateur free agent. His first season of professional baseball would see him with the class D Appalachian League (Short Season) Johnson City Phillies. The 18-year-old infielder appeared in 54 games, got 202 at bats, 68 hits—including 6 home runs—and hit for a .337 average.
Wine moved up to the class C California League Bakersfield Bears in 1958. Bobby appeared in 112 games, got 440 at bats, had 137 hits with 11 home runs, and hit for a .311 average. 1959 would find him with the class A Eastern League Williamsport Grays, playing in 120 contests, getting 426 at bats, but only 89 hits and his batting average fell to .209.
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Rootsie & Boopsie: You Are My Sunshine
by: Papa WinnieOhhh oooo!
The dance hall has to ram, the dance hall has to ram
It has to ram in a style and fashion
The nation has to jam, the nation has to jam
We gonna jam in a style and pattern
Because is I, Papa Winnie, on the microphone stand
The people doesn't know where I really come from
Me tall, me no short, me slim, me not fat
And everytime I rap, me say the crowd hear me say
You are my sunshine my only sunshine
You make me happy, when skies are gray
You never know, Dear, how much I love you
So please don't take my sunshine away
You are the woman, and I am the man
And everything we do, jah knows we do it real strong
We are just modeling up the dance hall, in a style and fashion
Me and my girl, her name is Liana
The talk of the town, is that we have two babies, twins
One of them fat and one of them slim
We call them Rootsie, Rootsie,
Rootsie and Boopsie, Rootsie, Rootsie, Rootsie and Boops
You are my sunshine...
Sufferation in the land, sufferation in the land
Killing all my natian Lord I can't understand
Famine in the land, tribulation getting strong
They always have a plan to fool we Africans
Creating war in the East
War in the West
War inthe North
And war inthe South
If love were a thing that money can buy
The rich man would live, and the poor man would die