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Game 103: Orioles (42-60) @ Yankees (61-42), 1:05pm

The man of the hour himself
The man of the hour himself

(It sounds a little something like this.)

It's twelve o'clock on a Saturday

The regular crowd shuffles in

There's an Orioles fan sitting next to me

Makin' love to his Tankeray gin

He says, “Son, can you change the channel?

I'm not really sure what's its name

But it's there and I care and I don't quite know why

When I watch the Orioles game.”

La la la, di di da

La la, di di da da dum

Throw us a strike, you're Chris Tillman

Throw us a strike today

Well, we're all in the mood for a victory

And you've got us feelin' okay

Now Craig at the plate is a backup guy

He's not got a bad OBP

And he's sure got to know he's lucky to be in the show

So there's no place that he'd rather be.

But me, I believe this team's killing me

It's like being raked over coals

Well I'm sure that they'd win the World Series

If they only signed Albert Pujols

(continues)

Oh, la la, di di da

La la, di di da da dum

Now Brad's not a great starting pitcher

He's off to spend time with his wife

And he's talkin' with Michael, who's not on the DL

But probably should be for life

And the young man remembers '96

As the old man recalls '83

Yes, they're sharing a drink they call losing

But it sure beats sobriety

Throw us a strike, you're Chris Tillman

Throw us a strike today

Well, we're all in the mood for a victory

And you've got us feelin' okay

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday

And the manager gives me a smile

'cause he knows that it's he we've been comin' to see

To forget about life for a while

And the Yankee fans smell like a sewer

The microphone smells like Thorne's booze

And we sit by our TVs and put posts on CC

And say, “Man, we better not lose!”

Oh, la la la, di di da

La la, di di da da dum

Throw us a strike, you're Chris Tillman

Throw us a strike today

Well, we're all in the mood for a victory

And you've got us feelin' okay