Sunday Sing-A-Long

We're just two weeks away from opening day and it's time for a musical interlude. Sure the news about AnDUjar is bad and it would be easy to do a quick knock off of a Peter, Paul, and Mary classic...           

Where Has Miguel AnDUjar Gone? 

Where has Miguel AnDUjar gone?
His time's passing.
Where has mighty Greg Bird gone?
Long time ago.
Where has Severino gone?
Gone to doctors every one.

When will he ever re-turn? 

When will he ever re-turn?

But that would be depressing. 

So instead I offer a version of the Allan Sherman mega hit Hello Muddah. Hello Faddah. With apologies to all around, including El Duque because I like Camp Tamp better but had to go with Camp Flor-ida because it fit the cadence better. 

Camp Flor-ida

Hello Muddah. Hello Faddah

Here I am at Camp Flor-ida
We’ve got pitchers, we’ve got catchers
And live fans, who won the vaccine using scratchers.

We do stretches, we do yoga.
I saw Stanton, in a toga.
It’s a new year, for the Sanchize.
We just need to keep him far away from, French Fries.

All our coaches use computers.
And won’t let us, eat at Hooters.
But we’re happy and we’re playing
I just hope Klubers arm stays on, 

that’s what I'm praying.

Help us win oh Hal and Brian.
Help us win, not sure your tryin’.
Don't leave Boone, with all these injured vets
while Cleveland trades Lindor to the Mets.

Help us win. Not just the wild card.
Please begin, it can’t be that hard.  
The truth is, that we are all in tears.
We haven’t won, a ring, in 12 long years.
 

Dearest Faddah, darling Muddah
I heard Chapo’s got a cuttah.
Our young pitchers, look like ace-lets.
But Domingo has to wear an ankle bracelet.

In a minute, I’ll stop wailing.
Judge just hit one, and it’s sailing.
Crushed the Tigers, gee that's bettah
Muddah, Faddah kindly disregard this letter.