The poetry thread has barely been used
I guess everybody has not been a "mused"

when baseball gets closer I hope there'll be verses
i'll settle for limericks, haiku, and curses

be sure that you mention a Tiger or three
and a World Series title would fill us with glee

but now there is nary a poet in sight
so I say to you all, have a Tigerful night

So t-bob mentioned the poem I posted "over there" and I thought I'd post it again here, just because. Tis about my grandpa and I:

In the same room,
A hundred miles apart,
Drawn together only,
By the same passion of the park.
Two decks up,
Or right next to the field,
You were a different man,
Than had ever been revealed.
Now I miss you most dearly,
About once a year,
When that time at the park,
Comes back to me, so clear.
I was young, you were old,
But we were the same,
Tied in together,
By the love of the game.

School's been a bitch
My boss has been, too
I've been too stinking busy
to write even one Haiku.

As warm weather gets closer
and the school semester ends
I hope to find more time in my life
to make my ammends.

I hope this contribution
is the start of a trend
and I hope I find more time
so my negligence will end.

I also want to do one on Inge's pillow injury but don't know what song to use. The reason I use songs is because I'm not creative enough to structure these things so I steal from the songs. Maybe I can use Little Anthony's "Tear's on my Pillow?"

Hahahaha. Most Excellent! I used to love that song when I was young.

To the tune of the Beatles "I Should Have Know Better"...

I should have known better than to move a pillow
That I would end up injured and embarrassed too.
And I do, hey, hey, hey, and I do.
Whoa, whoa, I never realized they can move dangerously
This could only happen to me;
Can't you see, can't you see?

That when I sleep in my bedroom, oh,
That I can get injured like a loon, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, oh,
And when I say my 3-year old is there too,
You're gonna laugh at that one too.

So, I should have realized a lot of things before
If pillows are evil things than don’t give me anymore
Don’t give anymore, hey hey hey, don’t give anymore
Whoa, whoa, I never realized they can move dangerously
This could only happen to me
Can't you see, can't you see?

That when I sleep in my bedroom, oh
That I can get injured like a loon, oh
And when I ask you to forgive
You're gonna make me relive this thing too,
Injured by a pillow
Stupid thing to do…

Click on the title to hear him actually sing this. This is what he thinks the A's will do with Matt Holliday. To the tune of Marvin Gaye's "I Heard It Though The Grapevine"...


Trade Him At The Deadline
Oo oo, I bet you're wond'rin' what they'll do
When they're past the end of June
With all of these guys, should be winning more
Of all the teams in the West, you know they're number four

They're 10 and 45 after May
What to do with Holliday?
Don't you know that they'll

Trade Him At The Deadline
For some kid whose name is Matt Cline
Oh, they''ll Trade Him At The Deadline
Ain't no extension that he'll ever sign
Honey, honey, yeah

(trade him at the deadline, how much can they get in July, baby)

Now I know the man, he can hit the ball
Make great plays, back against the wall
Without Matt on the team you see
They'll just lose more easily

They could have sold him for more
If they'd moved him long before
Instead they'll

Trade Him At The Deadline
For some kid named Andrew Romine
Oh, they'll Trade Him At The Deadline
Ain't no extension that he'll ever sign
Honey, honey, yeah

(trade him at the deadline, how much can they get in July, baby)

People say they gave half of what he's worth
Others think that it's not so clear
But I can't help bein' confused
Ain't no way they gonna keep him here

They must plan to let him go
For a couple guys tryin' to make the show
Don't you know that they'll

Trade Him At The Deadline
In a deal for Andy Sonnanstine
Oh, they'll Trade Him At The Deadline
Ain't no extension that he'll ever sign
Honey, honey, yeah

:haha:

I need to do more of these. To the tune of the Monkees' "Daydream Believer"...

Oh, the Tigers’ bullpen is really weak
It needs more than just a tweak
There is no one there that I would keep
All the closers have signed elsewhere
And Dave doesn’t seem to care
‘Cause he doesn’t want to compete

Wake up, Dombrowski
Oh, how hard can it be
To a-find us a reliever
And a new place for Rodney

You once took this team
To a World Series scene
Now they can’t come in between
Oh, Gerald Laird and Adam Everett
Aren’t going to get it
Sign a few hurlers and we can redeem

Wake up, Dombrowski
Oh, how hard can it be
To a-find us a reliever
And a new place for Seay

Wake up, Dombrowski
Oh, how hard can it be
To a-find us a reliever
And a new place for Dolsi

Wake up, Dombrowski
Oh, how hard can it be
To a-find us a reliever
And a new place for Zoomy
[repeat and fade]

To the tune of Tommy James and the Shondells' "Crystal Blue Persuasion..."

Look over yonder what do you see?
2009 is here and it’s February
Catchers are comin’, pitchers are followin'
Ain't it beautiful? Detroit Tiger Spring Trainin’

Better get ready new shortstop Everett
Glove, glove is the answer, you still can’t hit
Inge is back at third now, going with defense
Guillen is the leftfielder, we need your offense

Detroit Tiger Spring Trainin’, mm-hmm
It's a new sensation
Detroit Tiger Spring Trainin’, Detroit
Tiger Spring Trainin’

Maybe this year they’ll be ready
Lakeland, Florida is the place to be
All of the fans in Tiger nation
There'll be havin’ fun, scoring runs
Detroit Tiger Spring Trainin’
Detroit Tiger Spring Trainin’.....

To the tune of Jay and the American's "Come a Little Bit Closer"

www.youtube.com/watch?v=I57VmRIr_8Q

At a stadium called Comerica Park in Detroit
The Tigers have built a lead with some timely hits
So Rodney starts to make his way
To the mound so the lead can stay
And I knew, yes I knew that the game wasn’t going to be saved, yeah

We need a new closer
Rodney, Zumaya and Lyon all need to go
We need a new closer
We have a lead in the 9th and no one can throw

Now I know that stats say he’s saved 11 games this season
The boxscore says he didn’t blow the save but there’s a reason
That Leyland put Lyon on display
To see if he can do it his way
But I knew, yes I knew that the game wasn’t going to be saved, yeah

We need a new closer
Rodney, Zumaya and Lyon all need to go
We need a new closer
We have a lead in the 9th and no one can throw

When the trade deadline nears, Dombrowski has to be aware
Of all the relievers on the block, just don’t be scared
To add Houston Street would be nice
Dombrowski just needs to pay the price
Or Jose Valverde? The games will then be saved everyday, yeah

We need a new closer
Rodney, Zumaya and Lyon all need to go
We need a new closer
We have a lead in the 9th and no one can throw

Tigersaint. Here's one that he wrote 2 years ago...

DOWN AT THE COPA
To the tune of, "Down On the Corner"
(Funky Bass riff begins.....)

Doot doo doo doot doo doo doot doo doo doot,
Doot doo doo doot doo doo doot doo doo doot,

Early in the evenin'
long about suppertime
over at the ballpark
they're starting to unwind

9 boys on the diamond
try to win some games
Leyland fills the line-up card
with all the players names

(CHORUS)
Down at the Copa
right near the street
Jimmy and the Tiger boys are playing
give a cheer and stomp your feet (Repeat)

Grandy's batting lead-off, Polly is on deck
Sheff he swings a mighty bat, Maggs is good as heck
Guillen, Pudge, and Casey, try to make some noise
Craig Monroe and Brandon Inge are striking out with poise

(We're singin")

Down at the Copa
right near the street
Jimmy and the Tiger boys are playing
give a whistle take your seat (Repeat)

Justin gets the first start, Nate is going next
Bondo's undefeated, but Kenny's kind of hexed
Mike Maroth and Durbin, they pitch with all their might
but we just hope that Miller Time will soon make things go right

(We're singin')

Down at the Copa
right near the street
Jimmy and the Tiger boys are playing
and we hope they can't be beat (Repeat and fade out)

Great song by TigerSaint.

I didn't write this, but this is great....

Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea

Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong or rite
It shows me strait a weigh

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rarely ever wrong

Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect in it's weigh
My chequer tolled me sew

To the tune of Marvin Gaye's "Ain't that Peculiar"...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fm4xFlotd-o

Well, I know Edwin had a breakout year in ‘09
A three sixty-two ERA is mighty fine
Every pitch he seemed to be nastier and nastier
But the 2nd half was just one big disaster
I know he struck out 161
But Max had that category won

That’s Max Scherzer
The new Detroit Tiger
That’s Max Scherzer
The better pitcher

Now Jackson’s year was very obviously fluky
His ratio numbers show that he was really lucky
A two seventy-eight batting average of balls in play was unlikely
It is very difficult to duplicate that kind of average, basically
But when he’s back to his career averages,
Max will then be all the rage

That’s Max Scherzer
The new Detroit Tiger
That’s Max Scherzer
A better pitcher

Edwin had an ERA of over five before last year
At the same age, Max’ is under four in his career
You could say that last year Jackson really upped his game
There’s every reason that Scherzer could do just the same
I know Jackson’s going to be in the NL
But Max is going to pitch very well

That’s Max Scherzer
The new Detroit Tiger
That’s Max Scherzer
A better pitcher

Go get em Max!

Good job bobrob2004!