With apologies to Parrotheads everywhere, and fond memories evoked by this vid:

I offer this small ode to the impending bA'seball season.

Headin' out to San Francisco,
For the Op’ning Day warm-up show.
I'll have my green parka on,
You know I’m not meant to freeze my ass-off, by the Cove.
Old ballyard -- I didn't know,
That I'd be missin' you so!

Chorus:
Come Monday, it'll be all right,
Come Monday, starts a new pennant fight.
You’ll spend four lousy days in a brown slegnA haze,
And be back here for Opening Night!

Yes, it's been a long winter,
Rent-a-stars and shoulder strains.
Another new Beaneball creation,
Sometimes, they’re hard to explain.
But bA’seball, since i love you so,
That's the reason I just hafta go --

Chorus:
Come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, starts a new pennant fight
There’ll be Sunday’s workout, and then four days without
Fin’lly Friday is Opening Night!

 
I can't help it -- Stomper
Is that much a part of me now.
Despite all that tarp monkey business,
And even when there’s no free kraut!

Our pitchers may start on the DL,
I know Chavvy may end up there.
But then there’s this new guy Holliday,
J’ombi, OCab, and kids – how’ll they fare?  
It’s the last verse -- you’re glad, I can tell,
One more chorus; no more dog-ger-ell...

Chorus:
Come Monday, bA’seball makes it all right,
Come Monday, starts a new pennant fight.
Six long months in a daze, and now I’m nearly crazed,
And I just want to start the wild ride!

Six months wasting away, finally Opening Day
And we soon get to start the wild ri-i-i-de!