How great is “D-O-D-G-E-R-S (Oh Really? No, O’Malley)”? So great that Danny Kaye could almost be forgiven for, in 1962, glorifying a treacherous, greedy franchise five years after it eternally wounded Brooklyn’s soul. We will be rooting against the descendants of those Flatbush refugees for the next four nights, but any excuse to listen to this s-o-n-g is a g-o-o-d o-n-e.
Kaye’s masterpiece defies precise parody, and we don’t generally do series previews, but an homage doesn’t seem out of line here as we wait (and wait) for ten o’clock.
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So I say D
I say D-O
D-O-D
D-O-D-G
D-O-D-G-E-R-S
Let’s beat L.A.!
M-A-T
T-K-E
T-K-E
E-M-P
Matt Kemp
Matt Kemp
On the DL!
We’ll say that’s OK…
Capuano
Is their ex-Met
Pitching well
He sure showed us
And we’ll send Young
With the same name
To take him on tonight
When you have to choose a Chris
Be sure you do it right…
At the beginning of the season
There was hardly any reason
To doubt the Dodgers’ might
But they’re falling apart
From their awesome start
Gads, what a beautiful sight!
First-place
First-place L.A.
Has slipped into a tie
Their ERA stays low
Their hitting’s barely nigh
Everyone’s achin’
And not just Matt
Ethier pulled somethin’
They’re sans Andre’s bat
We’ve got our guys
Mostly in good trim
Except for our closer
What became of him?
Frank Francisco…
Is on the disabled list!
Dee Gordon steals
A.J. Ellis makes few outs
Kenley Jansen takes his saves
Leaves hardly any doubts
Yet they’ve lost
Lost their big lead
After losing eight of nine
If they lose
Twelve of thirteen
The Mets would think that’s fine
R.A. in L.A.
Will put ‘em away
When he authors chapter two
He’ll face Aaron Harang
Harang’ll harumph
For prob’ly a month
As R.A.’s victims do
Johan is next
Against Nathan Eovaldi…
Versus Nathan
To be frank…
I expect a rally
Put some mustard on it, Johan!
Come Sunday night
Gee takes the ball
Against reigning Cy Young
Clayton Kershaw
You can’t win ’em all
So goes the old saw
But maybe we will!
Or maybe we won’t!
In Los Angeles…
At Los Angeles…
Can you believe we scored seventeen runs yesterday?
LET’S GO METS!
Outstanding!
One of my all-time favorites.
I was thinking of the Miller-Hiller-Haller-Hallelujah Twist on Monday night in the 7th inning: “Duda falls, drops the ball, umpire calls ‘SAFE!’”
At the bag he beats the tag, the mighty little waif
And Umpire Conlan cries,
“Y’R OUT!”
Boy, talk about how the more things change, the more they stay the same.
One of my all-time faves too. Second to that Let’s Go Mets Go rap thing from ’86.
Or, um, maybe not.
Any chance you can pen “I Love R.A.?”
Though I feel like you may already have…
75 mile per hour knuckleball?
WE LOVE IT!
85 mile per hour knuckleball?
WE LOVE IT!