Truckin’, Phillies Style
by Wet Luzinski
Truckin’, season tix cash in. Keep truckin’, for the boo-in’ fan
Clearwooder, yeah dat weather’s fine, just keep truckin’ on.
Arrows all point that the Phils won’t get back to the playoffs
Texas, San Fran, Detroit will go back to the playoffs
Your typical team enmeshed in its annual pipe dream
Win it all now and to hell with tomorrow’s rings.
Atlanta’s got the Upton bros; the Nats are full of upstart woes;
New York’s got D’Arnaud for years; but that debt wont let them be, oh no.
Most of the fans that you meet on this site use advanced stats,
Most of the time they’re sittin’ and typin’ at home
One of these days they’ll find the numbers tell true lies
And they’re better off watchin’ the game with their two eyes.
Truckin’, for the boo-in’ fan. The ones that bought a Sunday plan
Sometimes they ain’t worth a dump, when Lannan’s on the bump
Sometimes I listen to Dubya-Eye-Pee;
It gets me so mad I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me, what a long, five years it’s been.
What in the world ever happened to Roy H?
He lost his heater, you know he isn’t the same
Chooch’s performance enhancin’ was so lame
All we can do now is wait for the 51st game.
Truckin’, down to Clearwooder, been thinkin’, got to get younger
Takes time, you pick a first-round stud, and just keep truckin’ on.
Sittin’ and starin’ out at the feed of my Twitt stream
Gelb got a tip that RAJ gotta deal again
I’d like a young guy who’s got a shred of talent
But if there’s a true vet, I guess he’s gonna come in.
Defense, down the outfield lines, moves slow, like a bowlin’ pin
E-5, gets to wearin’ thin. You just won’t wanna see, oh no.
He’s sick of losin’ again and he’d like to go tradin’;
Gets tired of tradin’ and he wants to develop the farm.
I guess they can’t fire Amaro for tryin’
He’s got some Plans B, and I guess they’re all pretty sound.
Sometimes I listen to Dubya-Eye-Pee;
Other times, Mike Missannell-eeee;
Lately it occurs to me, what a long, five years it’s been.
Truckin’, I’m a rollin’ South. whoa whoa baby, to where the Phils’ fountain
De Leon’s, gotta patch old bones, and get back truckin’ on.
Lo, the Winter is Past
Each year, before the first spring training game, the late Tigers broadcaster Ernie Harwell would read from the Song of Solomon (2:11-12).
Gettin’ Miggy Wit It
by Baby G
Jack Bruce, “Boston Ball Game 1967″
Former Cream bassist ponders lost love in the wake of the Impossible Dream.
2012 NY Yankees: We Say a Little Prayer for You
by David Bellel
In memory of the David brothers of the Brownsville section of Brooklyn. Hal, who died on September 1, wrote the lyrics to many great hits, including “I Say a Little Prayer.” His older brother Mack, who died in 1993, wrote the lyrics to “Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo.”
The moment you start up
Before you even throw your warm ups
I say a little prayer for you
While tearing my hair out
And wondering what way you’ll have a blow out
I say a little prayer for you
Forever, forever, you’ll put a strain on my heart
and I will hate you
Forever, forever, I hope you will part
Oh, how I hate you
Your failure, your failure, that’s how it must be
To live without you
Would only be heartening for me.
You throw us under the bus, dear,
While saddened I think of us, dear,
I say a little prayer for you.
The moment you suit up
Before you put on your protective cup, dear
I say a little prayer for you
While watching your ever-greying hair, now,
And wondering how much your skills have worn down, now,
I say a little prayer for you
Forever, forever, we’ll watch your decline
Oh, how I’ll hate you
Together, together, that’s how it must be
We’re stuck for five more years with you
Truly a Yankee tragedy for we
The moment you call up
Before making one of your signing screw-ups
I say a little prayer for you
While combing your thinning hair, now,
And wondering what your crazy girlfriend did now
I say a little prayer for you
Forever, forever, you’ll let the wrong ones depart
and I will hate you
Forever, forever, I wish you would part
Oh, then I’d love you
Remember, remember, the greatness of Stick
To live without you
Would for Yank fans most certainly do the trick.
The moment you pick your bat up
And there’s a lefty match up
I say a little prayer for you
While pulling my hair, now,
And wanting A-Jax back now
I say a little prayer for you
