Had to bat ninth, so he started to cry
C'mon Jorge, there's no "I" in Team
Especially when you're hitting .113
Tek's getting old and he doesn't pout
Catches one game, sits the next few out
Can't hit anymore, but he knows his place
So grab some pine and shut your face.
Now you want to quit the team
because the coach is really mean?
You want to play, but you just sit
Uh... maybe that's cause YOU CAN'T HIT?
Here's an idea that just might work
So you don't look like such a jerk
Give another team a whirl
Maybe the Richmond Flying Squirrels??
In Double A you would be the man
Catch a few games, work on your tan
And when your skills, they start to lessen
You could catch some bullpen sessions
Face it Jorge, your time is near
to hang up the spikes, call it a career
You know old catchers never die
Except the Yankee ones, when they fly.
Yogi, Howard, and old Bill Dickey
Even Catfish, if you want to get picky
Their time behind the dish was done
And they gave it up when it wasn't fun
So take a lesson from the greats
Among Yankee backstops where will you rate?
Pack up the bags and shake your teammate's hands
And walk away from the game a man.
~syf
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