Don’t the Fans Just Love It!
By Stuart Shea
The players fight at second base,
And don’t the fans just love it!
Some guy has blue paint on his face,
And don’t the fans just love it!
We’ll all yell loud and drink some beer,
We’re all so sure this IS the year,
We’ll scream ’til we forget our fear.
I don’t recall Mom’s maiden name…
And don’t the fans just love it!
I”ll look it up after the game,
And don’t the fans just love it!
Thank God the kids are back in school!
I’ll watch the game beside the pool.
My chin is covered with my drool.
I’ll buy my playoff tickets now,
And don’t the fans just love it!
I’ll pay the mortgage–don’t know how–
And don’t the fans just love it!
The owners and the players earn
More money than Britney can burn…
I’ll cry when I see my tax return,
And don’t the fans just love it!
Posted 10/22/08
There’s a Riot Going On
By Stuart Shea
Out of nowhere came The Riot
To beef up the Cubbie diet
Adding speed and walks to a slow, old, hacking club.
Maybe he’s no budding star,
But he’s done quite well so far,
And the fans enjoy his spirit as a Cub.
In the talk of Harden, Soto,
And Kosuke Fukudomo,
No one speaks of Theriot as MVP.
But without his OBP,
Where would the offense be?
There’d be no RBIs for Big D. Lee.
Uh, or A-Ram.
Posted 9/24/08
There Was A House
by Hart Seely
There was a House that Ruth Built
Beloved throughout the town.
It didn’t please the millionaires,
And so they tore it down.
It didn’t have a steak house.
No discos could be found.
The catered boxes were too few,
And so they tore it down.
They wailed about necessity,
Each face portrayed a frown,
But ticket prices were too low,
And so they tore it down.
They cried about tradition.
Great anguish, all around.
But money calls the shots these days,
And so they tore it down.
They’ll tell you how the clubhouse stank,
From sewers underground.
They never thought of fixing things.
They simply tore it down.
Oh, somewhere, fans still celebrate,
Great ballparks of renown.
There’ll be no joy in Mudville.
They went and tore it down.
Posted 9/22/08
