Granderson never grandstands, he just slams hands, spreads the words of a wise man and encouraging veteran.
Never seeking praise but always speaking for the brigade, he’s truly blossomed and come of age.
In all his glory he's the living image of a story
My pops and grandpa reveled in before me
When Willie Mays was basket-catchin' and Hank Aaron was ball blastin'
Lou Brock was base-dumpin'
And Bob Gibson was head-huntin'
The color of a game who made it's dollar off diversity
The consummate pro, keeps a low-cut fro and did his education flow at UIC
Consistent like his father Curtis who was a dean.
Intellect like his mom Mary, who taught chemistry
His sister Monica is an English professor.
It’s clear he had priorities straight as an adolescent.
He was a basketball player too, two-sports with polish
But he dropped the hoops for the diamond two weeks into college
Drafted by Detroit in 2002 he quickly flashed his skills
Speed, power and a winning attitude started paying the bills
He learned to play the game and compete for a title.
He was a key piece in the Detroit Tigers baseball revival.
He hit triples as often as strippers expose nipples
They hit the outfield like heat-seeking missiles
Then he took the next step and wore the Yankees pinstripes
Quiet but deadly -- and had his share of highlights.
Another high-paid talent for Titletown USA
Smashed over 100 homers, got injured and quietly went away.
There was already a captain’s meter named Jeter
So despite Granderson’s positive influence as a spiritual leader
He kept his head down and played his position.
Getting his paper and completing the mission.
The Yankees are molded and cemented in a tradition that doesn’t waiver from one’s disposition.
So Granderson hit 40 blasts and set the Bronx on fire
Missing the World Series by one season, despite his desire.
A free agent with offers after the 2013 season.
The lure of New York was too strong and he couldn’t find a reason;
Not to take his talents to Flushing, a struggling Mets franchise
He could be the big-name piece that means bigger business in the fan’s eyes
No bravado. No ego. No off-field issues.
Just professionalism and effort.
A modern day Jackie Robinson with his presence and intelligence.
Not as a barrier-breaker of racism, but an example of why diversity is relevant.
And the Mets had lost their way and some money along the way.
So desperation may have sealed the deal but it still marked a new day.
When Curtis signed for $60 mill, the front office really came off.
Integrity had returned to Citi Field erasing the past ghosts of Madoff.
He took the plunge that lit the flame of possibilities found at Shea.
The little boy from Illinois came to Queens to make it rain.
Smashing balls off the wall
He stands no taller than Chris Paul
But doesn’t fall in a misconception with self-centered jerks
For all his dominance on the field Granderson’s truth is his charitable works.
Every community he’s entered from D-Town to The Rotten Apple.
He always has time for fans, the press and embraces the hassle.
Especially African-American kids who have lost that loving feeling (for the game)
When endorsed by Nike and Louisville Slugger he didn’t want the paper
Donating the checks to his Grand Kids Foundation would be doing HIM a favor.
He’s written children’s books so dope and been a glimmer of hope.
He’s walking karma
Spearheading child obesity campaigns with Michelle Obama.
An ambassador for baseball across the globe and for inner-city children.
There’s an heir of professionalism that tickles the soul whenever he steps in the building
He helped change the Mets from laughing jokes --
To serious ball busters dressed in orange and blue cloaks
Grim reaping on MLB’s best when they tote (a rubber)
Last year’s joke, became this year’s G.O.A.T.
They asked him why he came here and ridiculed his choices
But he kept it real and said he was hearing voices.
Telling him the Mets were coming out. They were purged.
And a calvary of golden arms emerged to lead the surge.
When Captain David Wright was removed from battle.
Granderson assumed the mantle.
He’d played with the pressure of winning with the Tigers
And there’s no more live wire than a Yankees playoff riot
So starting at the bottom was an appealing prospect, because in essence the Mets became “The Curtis Granderson Project”
At least they went out and paid some money for a slugger
The sixth heartbeat of another NY come up.
Then the pieces fell in place for the three-time all-star player.
He found a House of Love
Elevating from game-breaker to omniscient soothsayer.
His signing was to appease the Mets fans.
Those foaming with baseball rabies.
Dejected and deprived of a chip since the 80s.
The only cure ownership offered was a lot of maybe’s
They had to be cool and wait for the birth of Omar Minaya’s babies.
Sandy made sure the eggs were safe
Until Thor, The Dark Knight and the like, could be released from the cage.
Grandy’s gamble was correct and Cespedes came later,
The young arms are now the best staff from here to the Himalayas.
A touch of Terry Collins sauce and the influx of a few veteran players.
Tell your neighbor
The Mets are four games away from a ticker tape parade with The Mayor.
Granderson’s a baller who respects the game and says his prayers.
To the baseball gods who blessed the Mets and said, “Here this is your year.”