Late-night Wednesday brooms!
First Pitch: 9:05 PM
TV: Twins.TV
Radio: TIBN, WCCO 830, The Wolf 102.9 FM, Audacy
Know Yo’ Foe: Athletics Nation
(lyrics written to match the Man on the Internet cover)
Way out in Sacramento,
Packed up as tight as bento,
A standard field
For teams in Triple-A.
Welcome to the minor leagues,
The place every nine fatigues,
But this just appealed
The billions-flaunting way.
The greedy owner planned it,
Though no one else could stand it;
A constant liar,
He moved them north to play.
Here it’s just the minor leagues
Without any fine intrigues,
And though it can tire,
The Twins are here today.
Another tenfold offering
From what the A’s are proffering
Would bring a smile
To us without a delay.
Though it’s like the minor leagues,
And late, when the nine fatigues,
The team has a style
And won’t be caught falling stray.
Is it good?
Play where a minor
Leaguer would;
Things could be finer.
Billionaire
Greed left ‘em homeless;
Isn’t fair,
Teams ought to roam less.
Love of dough,
Crueler and denser:
They can go
[HERE COMES THE CENSOR.]
Still tonight,
There is a ballgame;
Pure delight
Watching it all game.
The fans brave the weather
And cheer the team together.
The ownership won’t get it,
But they don’t earn the credit.
Though it’s like the minor leagues,
And boors underline fatigues,
From the smallballs to blitzkriegs,
There’s blossoms of intrigues.
Though it’s like the minor leagues,
And boors underline fatigues,
From the smallballs to blitzkriegs,
There’s blossoms of intrigues.
Welcome to the minor leagues:
Though boors underline fatigues,
From the smallballs to blitzkriegs,
There’s blossoms of intrigues.
Man on the Internet