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How Would Bob Dylan Describe the Mets Bullpen?

How Would Bob Dylan Describe the Mets Bullpen?

Everybody must get stoned	1 votes
Desolation Row	5 votes
Your gravity fails and negativity won't pull you through	0 votes
I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough	0 votes

TheOldMole Aug 27 2008 11:31 AM

...?

metirish Aug 27 2008 11:33 AM

I could have voted for them all , but went with Desolation Row.

John Cougar Lunchbucket Aug 27 2008 11:42 AM

Write in for: "I muttered something underneath my breath"

sharpie Aug 27 2008 11:46 AM

You break just like a little girl.

AG/DC Aug 27 2008 11:54 AM

Everything is broken.

Methead Aug 27 2008 12:01 PM

I wish that for just one time, you could stand inside my shoes You'd know what a drag it is to see you

Mr. Zero Aug 27 2008 12:08 PM

And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Frayed Knot Aug 27 2008 12:15 PM

It's all right Mole, I'm only bleeding

John Cougar Lunchbucket Aug 27 2008 12:19 PM

The aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed

Methead Aug 27 2008 12:26 PM

I shall be released

metirish Aug 27 2008 12:27 PM

All the Tired Horses

TheOldMole Aug 27 2008 12:31 PM

the refugees on the unarmed road of flight

AG/DC Aug 27 2008 12:32 PM

Mama, put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore

metirish Aug 27 2008 01:59 PM

It's All Over Now, Baby Blue You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin' through And it's all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who's rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you once wore. Strike another match, go start anew And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

AG/DC Aug 27 2008 02:08 PM

You say you're looking for someone To finish up the game Someone to lead the this Mets team to triumph Instead of abject shame Someone who's gonna close the fuckin' dooooor! Well, it ain't me, Babe No, no, no! It ain't me, Babe No, no, no! It ain't me, Babe It ain't me you're looking for, Babe Take it...

G-Fafif Aug 27 2008 02:48 PM

Blood on the tracks.

sharpie Aug 27 2008 03:17 PM Edited 1 time(s), most recently on Aug 27 2008 09:06 PM

Once upon a date you pitched so great but now in this ’0-8 you made us hate -- all of you. Warthen calls says throw the ball but you’re bound to fall you know they’ll be all -- maulin’ you. Smith he just flails about And Feliciano he can’t get an out Wagner he don’t talk so loud Duaner he don’t seem so proud And Heilman looks like he’s gonna throw up his last meal. How does it feel? How does it feel? To be completely owned With runners racing home Like a Scott Weis Schoen Like a bullpen drone.

Zvon Aug 27 2008 05:05 PM

O-O, this one was easy :) That's excellent Sharpie^

TheOldMole Aug 27 2008 07:43 PM

There's too much confusion I can't get no relief