Our fearless leader, Blez, wrote a great post that pretty much sums up our frustrations with Bud and his silence on our future.

So, with a non-baseball day following the ALL(most) STAR Game, here is a little fun and frivolity at the expense of Allan (Bud) Selig. Enjoy. The lyrics are below, feel free to sing along. It's quite cathartic.

Hello Selig, my old friend,

I’ve come to beg of you again,

Because a vision of our team leaving,

Left its seeds while I was sleeping,

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

But all from you, is silence.

In restless dreams we walk alone 

and wait for Selig by the phone,

‘Neath the halo of the JumboTron

I turned on Towny but nothing was on

Then a fly was smashed to the deepest part of right

green tarps are a blight

A special gift from Selig.

And on a Tuesday night I saw

Five thousand people, probly four.

People begging but you’re not listening 

People crying as the team’s leaving

People cheering guys that wont'be back next year 

And no one dares

To Question, Bud Selig.

“Fools” said I, You do not know

 Bud’s power like a cancer grows.

Hear my words that I might teach you,

Bud Selig is just out to fleece you.

But our pleas like silent raindrops fell,

Go to hell Bud Selig.

And the people bowed and prayed 

To the baseball god they made.

Sports Center ticker had this warning, 

The Oakland A's are relocating

And the words of a sign hanging on the left field wall

Lew has no balls

Still no whisper from Selig