Bullpen (To the tune of Blackbird)
and with apologies to John Lennon and Paul McCartney
Blackburn pitching nowhere near the ninth.
Hoping for ground balls and shallow flies.
All your life…
Giving up a three run and letting the game get tied.
Jake Bird pitching nowhere near the ninth.
Hoping to command electric stuff.
All your life…
We are all still waiting for an outing that’s not rough.
Blackburn why?
Jake Bird why?
Do you both give up RBIs?
(Music)
Blackburn why?
Jake Bird why?
Are you where strong outings go to die.
(Music)
Doval pitching nowhere near the ninth.
Cranking up a pitch to one-oh-two.
All your life…
No one knows where it is going. Especially not you.
We are stuck with all three and there’s nothing we can do.
We are stuck with all three and there’s nothing we can do.
We are stuck with all three and there’s nothing we can do.
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I loudly sang along . . .
outside in front of the neighbors
They made some calls
on their cellphones
They said soon
everything will be alright
Look here comes the sirens
Loud and bright
GO KNICKS!
Thank you Doug, I found myself singing along.
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