Hopefully the gassed bullpen got all their gas back.
First Pitch: 6:40 PM
TV: Deal or No Deal
Radio: TIBN, WCCO 830, The Wolf 102.9 FM, Audacy
Know Thine Enemy: Lookout Landing
The thread and recap parodies this week are themed on account of the new Nancy Drew video game, Mystery of the Seven Keys, being released yesterday, and me spending a large portion of the past 24 hours playing it. I’ve not yet finished, so no spoilers.
Yes, the songs have a (possibly tenuous) connection.
No, this isn’t sponsored content.
(M-L-B in the M-S-P!)
(M-L-B in the M-S-P!)
At twenty ticks to seven fairly early in May,
We got a couple of teams getting ready to play
Our Twins, their M’s, at Target Field,
Where the answer to the better squad will be revealed.
Nobody better get in our way,
We’ll throw a sausage in the air today!
(Don’t rip off the plastic and throw it away
Or whatever is released will spark a visit from the EPA.)
We got our bags of bats and balls and gloves,
Camaraderie which our audience loves.
I don’t know if another win is coming tonight,
But hey, that’s okay, there’s a lot to excite!
On the rubber, Chris Paddack will spar
Kirby for them, Elonian star.
Put ‘em all together for joyful sights:
It’s a baseball game under Wednesday lights!
So when I say “base,” you say “ball”:
Base — (ball), base — (ball)
When I say “ball,” you say “game”:
Ball (game), ball (game)
Word to the M to the L to the B
In the M-S-P, gonna say O-M-G,
‘Cause when I say “baseball,” you say “game”:
Baseball (game), baseball (game)!
Well, we’re ready, we’re steady, we lead off with Eddy;
Carlos hits second on this bon mercredi.
Third, Trevor Larnach slugging it far,
Then it’s Kepler hitting fourth, that’s nothing too bizarre.
Miranda’s volcanity, sanity, oh the humanity!
Kirilloff’d slam spinning sphere aloft!
Castro is next, then Christian at catcher,
And it’s Margot ninth: we’ll win? You betcha!
So when I say “base,” you say “ball”:
Base — (ball), base — (ball)
When I say “ball,” you say “game”:
Ball (game), ball (game)
Word to the M to the L to the B
In the M-S-P, gonna say O-M-G,
‘Cause when I say “baseball,” you say “game”:
Baseball (game), baseball (game)!
One, two, three and to the four,
No backing down as we slam the door:
Got an arm staff slinging and a lineup core
That’ll send it to the bleachers while their pitchers get sore!
Because this is our moment, this is our hour,
A baseball team with incredible power,
Better get ready for our domination
Bringing elation, mass celebration;
Our batters and pitchers are stronger and faster;
Think you can beat us and you’ll meet with disaster!
And sooner or later we’re piling up wins;
We’ll say, “Welcome to the ballpark of the M-N Twins!”
So when I say “base,” you say “ball”:
Base — (ball), base — (ball)
When I say “ball,” you say “game”:
Ball (game), ball (game)
Word to the M to the L to the B
In the M-S-P, gonna say O-M-G,
‘Cause when I say “baseball,” you say “game”:
Baseball (game), baseball (game)!
So when I say “base,” you say “ball”:
Base — (ball), base — (ball)
When I say “ball,” you say “game”:
Ball (game), ball (game)
Word to the M to the L to the B
In the M-S-P, gonna say O-M-G,
‘Cause when I say “baseball,” you say “game”:
Baseball (game), baseball (game)!
Baseball!