Nico, here's your Dr. Seuss story. Great minds, I guess. ;)
Full of roguish charm and youthful exuberance, and holding their largest lead in the West since September 4th, 2004, here is a poem dedicated to our little LOBs of 2006.
We are the A's.
The A's we are.
Do we like runners ready to score?
We do not like them, A's-we-are.
We do not like runners ready to score.
Do we like runners First and Third?
We do not like them First and Third.
We do not like them; that's absurd.
We do not like them, A's-we-are
We do not like runners ready to score.
Would we like them on second base?
A leadoff double; that's the place.
We do not like them on second base.
We do not like them; terrible place.
We do not like them First and Third
We do not like them; that's absurd.
We do not like them, A's-we-are
We do not like runners ready to score.
Would we score them from the box?
Would we, could we with high socks?
Not from the box.
Not with high socks.
Not from a double.
Nothing but trouble.
We will not score them First and Third.
We will not score them; that's absurd.
We do not like them, A's-we-are
We do not like runners ready to score.
Would we? Could we? With a hit?
Hit them! Hit them! There they sit.
We should like them. We should see
RBIs times two or three.
We would not, could not with a hit.
Forget RBIs; let us sit.
We do not like them in the box.
We do not like them with high socks.
We do not like the leadoff double.
Runners on base; nothing but trouble.
We do not like them First and Third.
We do not like them; that's absurd.
We do not like them, A's-we-are.
We do not like runners ready to score.
A homer! A homer!
A homer! A homer!
Could we, would we with a homer?
Not with a homer! Not with a hit!
Not with a double; let us sit!
We will not score them from the box.
We cannot, will not, with high socks.
We will not score the leadoff double.
Runners on base; nothing but trouble.
We will not score them First and Third.
We will not score them; that's absurd.
We do not like them, A's-we-are
We do not like runners ready to score
Say!
During a day game? Here in the light!
Would we, could we, while it's bright?
We would not, could not, in the light.
Not with a homer; not while it's bright.
Not with a double. Not from the box.
Not with a hit. Not with high socks.
We will not score them First and Third.
We will not score them; that's absurd.
We do not like them, A's-we-are.
We do not like runners ready to score.
Could we, would we, with a goat?
Non sequitur; that's Nico's boat.
We will not score them when it's bright.
We will not score them in the light.
Not with a double. Not from the box.
Not with a hit. Not with high socks.
We will not score them First and Third.
We will not score them; that's absurd.
We do not like them, A's-we-are.
We do not like runners ready to score.
Would we score them with a walk?
A base on balls, instead of a knock?
Say! We like runners scored with a walk.
Or with an error, or with a balk.
And we will score them in the light.
And in the dark. And when it's bright.
Forget the homer, double, hit.
Walks are so good so good, that's it!
And we will score them from the box.
And we will score them with high socks.
And someday we'll score the leadoff double.
And make LOBs yesterday's trouble.
And we will score them First and Third.
Say! Hey! That's not absurd.
We do so like runners ready to score!
Win one, win two, there's more in store!
And at one o'clock, we'll take that leap,
So tune in then to watch the sweep!
The Game Thread will be posted as soon as people finish mocking the poem, or the game starts, whichever comes first
