It was a few months ago that I referenced something here ...
http://metswalkoffs.blogspot.com/2005/08/minutiae-break-worst-mets-relievers.html
...known as "The Mets Stiffo Rap," a foray into the world of creativity in lyric, by our occasional guest contributor, Barry Federovitch. It is a fitting tribute to the mediocre Met.
After I waited patiently for several months, Barry finally found the verses we enjoyed so much way back when...So as I stall for time before blogging about Cameron/Nady, here is the full text of the "Mets Stiffo Rap." Feel free to sing along or contribute your own thoughts.
Now Brock Pemberton can hit dat ball
and Joe Nolan went o-for-them all....
If Randy Tate don't do the job
then they'll be going deep on a Hank Webb lob...
Look, look, it's behind Cliff Cook.
Mark Bradley's the man who loves to crash
and Jose Moreno can only dash.
If Torre'd put Searage in the game
then Alex Trevino'll take the blame....
Hey, boy! Jumpin' Joe Foy....
Father, father, pray for Jim Gosger.
Now there's surely a point why I wrote this song
as sure as Ellis Valentine should be gone...
While waiting for Schneck to come around,
don't look at Paul Siebert on the mound....
Ouch, ouch, come on Bob Rauch!
I'm gone, gone....
like a ball from Brent Strom.
http://metswalkoffs.blogspot.com/2005/08/minutiae-break-worst-mets-relievers.html
...known as "The Mets Stiffo Rap," a foray into the world of creativity in lyric, by our occasional guest contributor, Barry Federovitch. It is a fitting tribute to the mediocre Met.
After I waited patiently for several months, Barry finally found the verses we enjoyed so much way back when...So as I stall for time before blogging about Cameron/Nady, here is the full text of the "Mets Stiffo Rap." Feel free to sing along or contribute your own thoughts.
Now Brock Pemberton can hit dat ball
and Joe Nolan went o-for-them all....
If Randy Tate don't do the job
then they'll be going deep on a Hank Webb lob...
Look, look, it's behind Cliff Cook.
Mark Bradley's the man who loves to crash
and Jose Moreno can only dash.
If Torre'd put Searage in the game
then Alex Trevino'll take the blame....
Hey, boy! Jumpin' Joe Foy....
Father, father, pray for Jim Gosger.
Now there's surely a point why I wrote this song
as sure as Ellis Valentine should be gone...
While waiting for Schneck to come around,
don't look at Paul Siebert on the mound....
Ouch, ouch, come on Bob Rauch!
I'm gone, gone....
like a ball from Brent Strom.
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