RFK What Good Do You Think You Do?



Last Sunday was the last baseball gave ever to be played at RFK Stadium in Washington D.C. It was a fun three year run for the Nats but RFK truly is a miserable venue for Major League Baseball. I have many great memories of warm summer nights enjoying baseball there and for that reason I will always have a soft spot in my heart for the old dinosaur, but this is not what God had in mind when he invented baseball. I've often thought, as I've roamed the endless concourses and ramps in search of a warm polish sausage, that RFK looked like a prison. Fitting, then, that the words of Johnny Cash's San Quentin come to mind:

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San Quentin, I hate every inch of you.
You've cut me and have scarred me thru an' thru.
And I'll walk out a wiser weaker man;
Mister Congressman why can't you understand.

San Quentin, what good do you think you do?
Do you think I'll be different when you're through?
You bent my heart and mind and you warped my soul,
And your stone walls turn my blood a little cold.

San Quentin, may you rot and burn in hell.
May your walls fall and may I live to tell.
May all the world forget you ever stood.
And may all the world regret you did no good.

San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me.

Yeah, that sounds about right.