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Tangled Up in (Orange and) Blue

Frayed Knot May 01 2008 09:48 PM

This was partly inspired by Wednesday's game ... but not really. Mostly I just had a few phrases kicking around in my head so I started having some fun with Ollie's control problems and Bobby's lyrics. The thing with Dylan songs, of course, is that they often have an almost infinite number of verses - limited only by the extent of his imagination and that they always come around to the same, or at least a similar, tag line at the end of each. But since I didn't feel like writing any more beyond this initial stab, I figgered it could make for a good group off-day project (well, not quite off - but no game until 9PM). So if anyone wants to play add-a-verse just take what I started and go nuts. Half the roster could have their own verse before we're done. Early one evening I'm watching the Mets Ollie's out on the mound Keith going on about his tootsie-pops 'til I just had to mute the sound Perez his pitches fall around the plate getting a call is goin' to be tough Rick surely don't like his drop-down pitch and no strike-zone is big enough And me I'm sitting on the edge of the couch clouds filling up my mind wondering if I care too much or if I need to search and find - a hobby new to replace the Orange and Blue

AG/DC May 01 2008 10:07 PM

As Ollie can't control his pitch location I can't control the pitch of my voice His is an issue of mechanics and such I guess mine is just a matter of choice As he left the mound and washed his hands of the mess I's about to do the same But I've always had a problem just walking away I guess Kingman and Dad are to blame So I logged onto the Crane Pool "Is Willie at the end of the line?" "Is Clemens gonna be locked in a prison?" "Has Buzz taken leave of his mind?" --- What can we do To save the orange and blue?

sharpie May 02 2008 07:20 AM

Ollie had a job near the old steel mills It was working out fine for a spell But he couldn’t control his breaking pitch And one day the ax just fell. So they traded him east to pitch at Shea In a season that I did enjoy Makin’ the squad for the playoff run Right outside of Willets Point. But while he had some small success The past was close behind, We need a steady starter But his pitches get hit well and they just flew Over the orange and blue.

John Cougar Lunchbucket May 02 2008 08:26 AM Edited 1 time(s), most recently on May 02 2008 08:56 AM

He was workin' at a furious pace As I called out for a beer, I just kept lookin' at the side of the plate That his pitches could not come near And later on as the crowd thinned out I's just about to do the same, When I saw him there with his thinning hair Said to me, "Don't remember my name?" I uttered somethin' underneath my breath, And studied the lines on his face. I must admit I felt a little uneasy Went I reached out to shake the hand of Mo Alou, Mangled up and blue.

AG/DC May 02 2008 08:42 AM

Wasn't my idea to lock up Castillo Four years just seemed insane His game seemed built on infield hits And his knees were still in pain But Minaya walked into his hospital room And layed that contract down And I guess I would have signed the thing myself I'm a fan but I'm not a clown But all if it came back to me In the second the other day Bases loaded and a grounder to him He just bobbled the game away --- like a kangaroo Fucking orange and blue

Frayed Knot May 02 2008 10:13 AM

Reyes popped up the first pitch of the frame over-swung of course "And Castillo can't hit" cry the fans on the FAN but ya gotta consider the source So when his bloop dropped in he stood there on 1st and he was taking a lead off the base then he swiped a bag off a slow curve ball and the deal looked like less of a waste I watched Wright take strikes for an 0-2 count and thought he looked ready to sit til he fouled one off and let some close ones slide then found a fat one to hit - and a run accrued for the orange and blue

sharpie May 02 2008 11:11 AM

I snuck down in the 8th to the Loge Used a ramp and not the stairs There's crap music blasting though the game's a rout And revolution's in the air Then fans starting into booing in droves And something inside of them died. They'd hang their heads on the way to the bench And give interviews snide And me well I couldn't take it no more and was wishing that I had a joint, I always think on days like this that I'd even sniff a pint of glue For the orange and blue.

TheOldMole May 02 2008 12:44 PM

Great stuff -- I don't think I can join in because I'm too tangled up in the original right now -- my freshman comp students are writing term papers on "Blood on the Tracks."

AG/DC May 05 2008 10:24 AM

The Mets flew off to play Arizona The best team under the sun Owings, they said, had a heckuva bat And not too shabby a gun With Haren matched up against Santana A win was gonna be tough But Moises had come along for the ride He'd been rehabbing long enough And it suddenly seemed the execution was there And Willie was strategically sound Our projected lineup was finally in place Whatever we'd lost was found --- and we took two Way to go, orange and blue