Can the sausage bring the streak to double digits?
First Pitch: 1:10
TV: BSN
Radio: TIBN, WCCO 830, The Wolf 102.9 FM, Audacy
Know Thine Enemy: South Side Sox
The meatings shall continue until morale improves.
Rockin’, rockin’ and rollin’,
Up to the plate I’m strollin’
‘Cause I’m eager, pokin’ that ball, uh-huh,
It’s a meat log: (mm!)
Sausage now!
Mm ah, mm-mm-mm ah!
Mm-mm ah, mm-mm-mm-mm ah!
Mm ah, mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm ah!
Everyone told me not to prod rotten meat,
Said meat we’re gonna touch
Isn’t really doing much,
But we did,
And we hit,
Made the ball fly
Faaaaa-aa-a-a-a-a-ar,
Faaaaa-aa-a-a-a-a-ar,
Faaaaa-aa-a-a-a-a-a-ar!
Nothing we can do but tell anyone who’s laughin’
Everyone can go to hell where demons throw the chaff in
And then fling meat in the air like a hacky sack;
(Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm)
They’ll be done for.
Now run, run, run, jump,
Starting the attack back scoring runs.
Run, run, run, jump,
Don’t stop — put ‘em down!
We’re in a groove and movin’, (Mm, yeah!)
Come in to cruise on through (you know we’ve got to)
‘Cause we’ve got that giant meat
Things are always sweet
Though they might be absurd
(It’s a massive wiener
And it could be cleaner.)
Mm ah, mm-mm-mm ah!
Mm-mm ah, mm-mm-mm-mm ah!
Mm ah, mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm ah!
(Sausage please!)
Mm ah (keep hitting!) mm-mm-mm ah!
Mm-mm ah (please!) mm-mm-mm-mm ah!
Mm ah (keep hitting!) mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm ah!
(Don’t ever quit that bangin’!)
Hey, what’s that stank?
You shouldn’t even go ask it.
No-o-o-ot bad,
‘Cause it helps us hit, yeah!
Not knowing its biology,
We’ll hold our breath and see
If it’s going ripe
While we swipe a base!
Now run, run, run, jump,
Starting the attack back scoring runs.
Swing bats of heavy pine,
Starting the attack back winning nine.
Stand on the mound and pitch;
Sox gonna whine and bitch.
Run, run, run, jump:
A breeze!
That’s good!
Like that!
Like that!
One day we were slumping when we found this meat log
So we touched the log, homered:
In the meat were a thousand bigger hits,
And we were like, “That log has us riled!”
Listen, guys:
While our lumber shall smolder,
Fortune doth favor the bolder!
While we’re coming up swinging with practiced ease,
The meat log: have to squeeze!
Mm ah, mm-mm-mm ah!
Mm-mm ah, mm-mm-mm-mm ah!
Mm ah, mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm ah!
Sausage now!
Mm ah, mm-mm-mm ah!
Mm-mm ah, mm-mm-mm-mm ah…