The Day Baseball Died

A-Rod has followed the paths of politicians and televangelists. 'I didn't do it... oh THAT?? Yeah, since you caught me I guess I did. But just the time you caught me'. If anyone suspected of steroid use is allowed in the Hall of Fame,they need to rename it the Hall of Shame. I am a life long Red Sox fan and will still follow the team and all that but the luster continues to rust on MLB's armor. Who would have ever thought that Jose Conseco would be the hero again. I admire that at least he told the truth and then was ridiculed as a liar by his baseball brethren. Hypocrites. If MLB doesn't clean up this year, or at least do SOMETHING, I'm going to change to the NBA. At least those thugs don't hide it.

I borrowed from Don McLean for this 'tribute':
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How baseball used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But steroid use made me shiver
With every rumor they’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about the heroes who lied,
But something touched me deep inside
The day baseball died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were takin GHB
Singin, this’ll be the day the homers fly.
This’ll be the day the homers fly.

Did you even use a glove,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in the hall of fame,
Didn’t you even feel the shame,
And can you teach me how to inject real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with A-Rod
ignorin’ all the fraud.
He lied to me and all you.
Caught and now its boo hoo.

I was a lonely teenage bronc’in buck
With a Vida Blue glove and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day baseball died.


I started singin,
So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were takin GHB
Singin, this’ll be the day the homers fly.
This’ll be the day the homers fly

Now for years we’ve been fed bullshit
And all time records took a hit,
But thats not how it used to be.
When the jesters sang in DC,
In cloaks of baseball history,
And voices that lied to you and me,

Oh, and while Aaron was looking ‘round,
Barry Bonds stole his home run crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while fans still filled all the parks,
The players shot up in the dark,
And we knew it was all a lark
The day baseball died.

We were singin
So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were takin GHB
Singin, this’ll be the day the homers fly.
This’ll be the day the homers fly
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Hit eight miles high and climbing fast.
It landed on Alcatraz.
The players were full of gas,
With the jester on the sidelines in a trance.

Now the players were huddled in a room
While congress played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players went and took the field;
Filled with steroids not goodwill
Do you recall what was revealed
The day baseball died?

We started singing,
So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were takin GHB
Singin, this’ll be the day the homers fly.
This’ll be the day the homers fly
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: A-Rod be nimble, Bonds be quick!
Gene Orza sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is Donald Fehr’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break Bud Seligs spell.
And as the baseballs climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw Selig laughing with delight
The day baseball died

He was singing,
So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were takin GHB
Singin, this’ll be the day the homers fly.
This’ll be the day the homers fly