Someone get FPA on the line, and see what he thinks of Tom Glavine.
This is the greatest of September swoons
Somebody wake up The Mets
Looking for pitchers? Hire some baboons -
That just might wake up The Mets
Ruthlessly rushing like men late for dinner
Acting like Marlins are saints, Mets the sinners
Somehow converting the Phils into winners
Oh just shut up 'bout my Mets.
(With apologies to Tinker, Evers, and Chance and their claim to fame, I think this verse is of roughly the same quality as Jose Reyes' final at bat this year.)
Like Willie, I will be back next year, but oh Sweet Myrtle how this one hurts.
Thank Heaven I have Gang Green to root for now. That should keep me occupied until Halloween.
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