by Hart Seely

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That’s great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes,
an aeroplane – Mariano’s not afraid…
Eiland in a hurricane, Joba going down the drain,
A-Rod serves his own needs, Swisher with his prayer beads.
Johnson saying bye-bye, CC throws: IT IS HIGH…
Batters start to clatter, Johnny Damon, what’s the matter, deep in Cashman’s heart,
Wire in a fire, A.J.  Burnett in a mire, a Granderson for hire and a Chan Ho fart.
Uh oh, no Cano; Vazquez – no go; Mitre can’t throw, so says Alphonso, in a combat start.
You vitriolic, patriotic, Pedroia paranoia, slam, fight, bright light, feeling Redsock psyched, bean Youk? RIGHT!

It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It is high, it is far, and we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it… and it is gone.

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Hart Seely is the chief cook and bottle washer at the Yankee blog, It Is High, It Is Far, It Is…..caught.

Posted 6/1/10

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