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2009 Poetic Interlude #4: PECOTA
I met him in a clubhouse down in Old Oakland Where if the players aren't in pain they've got exotic diseases like ebolae-b-o-l-a ebola He walked down to first every time he had a chance I asked him about his "projection" and then the Voice of God said PECOTA P-E-C-O-T-A PECOTA P-E-C-O-T-A...
2009 Poetic Interlude #2: Statnerds of W.A.R.P.
[Original lyrics here. Bobby Z cribbed the melody from this trad tune, which may soon become its own PI. And FWIW, do you know how hard it is to find a non-CGV youtube of this song? DFHs.] [Full PI to be completed later this afternoon.] Statnerds of W.A.R.P. Come you statnerds of W.A.R.P. You...
2009 Poetic Interlude #1: Bowen on the Bench
Or, a series of koans illustrating the mystery of the backup backstop ... [Original lyrics here.] Bowen on the Bench How many Rhodes must a GM live down Before you call yourself a fan? Yes, 'n' how many Grieves must in white cleats fail Before we sign Garret And'? Yes, 'n' how many...
2008 Cinematic Interlude #2: Chavvy and the Athletic Factory, Chapter One
*UPDATED: Now with poll!* [Prefatory note: Big thanks to JediLeroy, who lent his kreepy Photoshop skilz to the illustrations, and to FreeSeatUpgrade, who inspired me to do this with his latest installment of Peanutball.] Chavvy and the Athletic Factory Chapter One: "I've Got a Green and...
2008 Poetic Interlude #???: Holliday in Alameda
[Original lyrics here.] [Full Poetic Interlude after the jump.] Holliday in Alameda So you hit in Coors For a year or two And you know how to work four balls In mile-high air Hitting yours go far Bay East your type Beane don't call Play walkup by Stapp Or some crap like Jason Mraz On your...
2008 Poetic Interlude #7: It Takes a Parking Lot With a Mayor To Laugh, It Takes a Trade To Cry
It Takes a Parking Lot With a Mayor To Laugh, It Takes a Trade To Cry Well, I ride on a BART train, baby,Make at least three mill. Well, I've been up all night, baby,Warmin' up on the bullpen hill. Well, if high fliesAre hit off of my pill And if I don't save it, You know that Ziggy...
2008 Poetic Interlude #7: (What's So Funny 'Bout) Jack Cust Striking Out Looking
[Original lyrics here.] (What's So Funny 'Bout) Jack Cust Striking Out Looking As he walks to The base that's first Waitin' for strikes off the blackness of unhittability. I ask myself Is this game lost? Is there only bases on balls, and LOB? And each time a pitcher strikes out our side, There's...
2009 Poetic Interlude #3: 88 Lines About 44 Athletics
[Original lyrics here.] 88 Lines About 44 Athletics Durazo was the Holy Grail, he held out for a better pitch. Emil was a different type, he's the one who drove runs in. Barry had a wack curve, and umps were afraid of a curve like that.Melhuse earned his paycheck sitting down where the coaches...
2008 Poetic Interlude #5: Driver-in 8
OK, OK, OK. Emil deserves some recognition. <!-- BEGIN WIDGET --> G AB R H 2B 3B HR RBI BB K SB CS AVG OBP SLG 2008 - Emil Brown 34 131 21 37 4 1 ...
2008 Poetic Interlude #4: Richard Harden’s a Goner, Y’All
[Original lyrics here.] Oh, what have you strained, my white-cleated son? Oh, what gave you pain, my hurling young one? I’ve cheated the fans of fifty missed A’s mound starts, I’ve walked less than I’ve struck out in eighty-six games, I’ve stepped in the offices of unnumbered...
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