Happy Thanksgiving, everybody

Happy Thanksgiving, everybody

Thursday, April 26, 2012

The Cashman Trade Poem

You raise him from an embryo.
You hold him in your lap.
You teach him everything you know,
Then Cashman trades him for crap.

Each day, to him, you give your all,
Someday, he'll be your hero!
You'll teach him how to hit the ball,
Then Cashman deals him for zero.

You praise him as your top recruit,
His coach: Jorge Posada!
You fit him for that pinstriped suit,
Then Cashman converts him to nada.

So scour the landscape with your scouts,
Watch seedlings grow and toughen.
But let no hopes erase those doubts,
That Cashman will trade them for nuffin'.

1 comment:

Joe De Pastry said...

Posada was Jesus' coach? No wonder he never learned how to be a catcher. They should have had Yogi learned him his experiences.