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captainsblogSelig in his suit of flannel
Checking out the Weather Channel
Says he has a little hobby
(Armchair meteor-o-logy)
Sticks his finger in the air
Doesn't feel the rainstorm there
Tells the crew to pound the mound
And blow-dry off the infield ground
Holds the start past 8 o'clocks
To satisfy the suits from Fox
(Bud, we know what governs you-
The advertising revenue!)
I think this guy was right insane
To guess a one-tenth chance of rain
He sends them out to play the game with icy cold and windswept torrents
Round their necks
The game is on, the Phils are rolling, but all around the storm is going-
Not a pretty sight
It's the end of the World Series as we know it,
It's the end of the World Series as we know it,
It's the end of the World Series as we know it,
And I don't feel fine
Ahhh, ten o'clock, tv ratings
Dropping through the sewer gratings
Phillies have a lead through five
But Bud must keep the game alive
He keeps them out there in the flood
(Perhaps he thinks they're made of wood)
The umps are acting like they're high-
They don't invoke the Infield Fly!
A ball is dropped, a runner scores
While all the time the rain still pours
And finally when it gets mid-six
THAT's when Bud declares the fix:
"We'll come back when this Philly park
No longer looks like Noah's ark.
Suspend the game, resume it when
The sun is finally out again
To move the game or wait it out or give the Phils a shortened victory?
I DECLINE!"
It's the end of the World Series as we know it,
It's the end of the World Series as we know it,
It's the end of the World Series as we know it,
And I don't feel fine.
----
That's right, sports fans. Somewhere around 10 last night, Major League Baseball became a wholly-owned subsidiary of the World Wrestling Federation. Rules changed and broken on the spot. A game began that never should have, but that never should ended when and how it did.
If anyone deserves this kind of treatment, it's Philly fan. You throw snowballs at Santa Claus, and cheer potentially paralyzing injuries to opposing players, and treat everyone else like the bullies you are? You deserve this much as anyone. Yet even YOU didn't deserve this shafting.
That game should have been called before it ever turned into a rain-soaked embarrassment. Preferably before 45,000 riled-up drunks got to their seats, but at a minimum, before the in-game decisions wound up affecting the outcome so profoundly.
Not even the Phillies deserved to have their best pitcher rendered useless for the remainder of the game and, most likely, the series. None of those 50 players deserved that treatment on the field, and none of us 300 remaining fans of the sport deserve to have our chains jerked like this.
Now if you'll excuse me? I didn't get to bed until after this was all done, so I'm in need of some REM sleep.
Checking out the Weather Channel
Says he has a little hobby
(Armchair meteor-o-logy)
Sticks his finger in the air
Doesn't feel the rainstorm there
Tells the crew to pound the mound
And blow-dry off the infield ground
Holds the start past 8 o'clocks
To satisfy the suits from Fox
(Bud, we know what governs you-
The advertising revenue!)
I think this guy was right insane
To guess a one-tenth chance of rain
He sends them out to play the game with icy cold and windswept torrents
Round their necks
The game is on, the Phils are rolling, but all around the storm is going-
Not a pretty sight
It's the end of the World Series as we know it,
It's the end of the World Series as we know it,
It's the end of the World Series as we know it,
And I don't feel fine
Ahhh, ten o'clock, tv ratings
Dropping through the sewer gratings
Phillies have a lead through five
But Bud must keep the game alive
He keeps them out there in the flood
(Perhaps he thinks they're made of wood)
The umps are acting like they're high-
They don't invoke the Infield Fly!
A ball is dropped, a runner scores
While all the time the rain still pours
And finally when it gets mid-six
THAT's when Bud declares the fix:
"We'll come back when this Philly park
No longer looks like Noah's ark.
Suspend the game, resume it when
The sun is finally out again
To move the game or wait it out or give the Phils a shortened victory?
I DECLINE!"
It's the end of the World Series as we know it,
It's the end of the World Series as we know it,
It's the end of the World Series as we know it,
And I don't feel fine.
----
That's right, sports fans. Somewhere around 10 last night, Major League Baseball became a wholly-owned subsidiary of the World Wrestling Federation. Rules changed and broken on the spot. A game began that never should have, but that never should ended when and how it did.
If anyone deserves this kind of treatment, it's Philly fan. You throw snowballs at Santa Claus, and cheer potentially paralyzing injuries to opposing players, and treat everyone else like the bullies you are? You deserve this much as anyone. Yet even YOU didn't deserve this shafting.
That game should have been called before it ever turned into a rain-soaked embarrassment. Preferably before 45,000 riled-up drunks got to their seats, but at a minimum, before the in-game decisions wound up affecting the outcome so profoundly.
Not even the Phillies deserved to have their best pitcher rendered useless for the remainder of the game and, most likely, the series. None of those 50 players deserved that treatment on the field, and none of us 300 remaining fans of the sport deserve to have our chains jerked like this.
Now if you'll excuse me? I didn't get to bed until after this was all done, so I'm in need of some REM sleep.
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Date: 2008-10-29 10:18 am (UTC)Does the man not know how to read a weather map? And the poor Rays...they lost their hotel rooms.