National Nana League
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Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Do you see Pierre Here
At most holidays Jeff does a poem or a song. This Christmas at my house was no different.
An ongoing joke is that Pierre is clearly the perennial son in law of the year winner for doing all sorts of things for the Smiths (whereas Nick won't let any of the kids skate, Jeff won't do any legal work and I won't attend to anyone's IT needs). The rest of just can't compete. A typical example is we head over to 158 Dana Ave and there is the bed of the Pierre's truck in Don's snowblower (crap - if I was there just 10 minutes sooner - I would have had the honor of getting his snowblower fixed and been in competition for the 2006 award. So the song this year was about Pierre. Video Coming Soon. Sung to the tune of "Do You See What I See" See melody here: http://ingeb.org/songs/doyouhea.mid
Do You See Pierre Here?
Said the Donald to his wife Sheila Smith
Do you see Pierre here? (Do you see Pierre here?)
We need him here with us right now
Do you see Pierre here? (Do you see Pierre here?)
The snow may come within a week or so
We must be sure Pierre is found
'Cause the snow can't fall to the ground
________________________________________________________________________
Said Sheila to her daughter Jennifer
Is Pierre over there?
(Is Pierre over there?)
Your father wants to see him right away
Is Pierre over there? (Is Pierre over there?)
It's supposed to snow perhaps later in the week
If he comes the trophy will be won
Then your Dad will treat him like a son
________________________________________________________________________
Said Pierre to his wife and to his kids
I must go to Smith's now (I must go to Smith's now)
The Donald has called - he needs me right away
I must go to Smith's now (I must go to Smith's now)
Sorry kids, you must stay at home alone
When it snows out, I must be near
So that I'll be in-law of the year
________________________________________________________________________
Said Tony to his pals Jeff and Nick
What is it with this guy? (What is it with this guy?)
Always around to fix this and that
What is it with this guy? (What is it with this guy?)
He drives me nuts - always doing chores
He's really a Smith family mole
Let's never take him to a Super Bowl
(He's really a Smith family mole, Let's never take him to a Super Bowl)
posted by litoblog at 7:01 AM
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Sunday, December 25, 2005
ode to the alcs
ODE TO THE ALCS
And so it all has now come to a glorious end
No more drama or heartbreak we need to expend
The Sox have indeed crawled way back from the dead
And left those hated Yanks shocked by a sock that was red
It began so much earlier, more than eighty years prior
Legions of talented Sox teams with all the desire
But year after year splendid teams they would splinter
Leaving those in Sox Nation on the hot stove each winter
2004 proved to be different - they had changed, we could tell
New owners, good defense and some pitching as well
Let's adopt a new plan, rebuild every component
At the end of the day, it was their time, their moment
The 36/38 gang, they had watched it transcend
And they witnessed this history right on down to the end
A trip to the Bronx to take in game one
With some at game three when the Sox appeared done
A ban placed on one - he can't go alone
For if he acts up and goes, we all must go home
With this one far away, the Sox pulled out game four
And two more great games left the gang wanting more.
For game seven they all gathered by e-mail device
An old habit from Super Bowl wins not just one time, but twice
Each had his role in the Nation and were ready for fun
They rooted their team, knowing the empire was done
They yukked up laughs over roles, bad calls, an old chair
Why Not Us? asked the gang. It just seemed so fair
This thing with Bambino doesn't bother our team
This isn’t impossible. This isn’t a dream
What followed was epic. The curse it was lifted!
It was shocking at first - for this team, it was gifted
Can it surpass those before - '75, '86 and the others?
Should they do that we surely will love them like brothers
So, we rejoice our new champs. Bring on the Cards!
We must finish this thing - it’s all in the stars
And while we root on our team for that World Series banner
Please know that this joy is a gift, it’s a gift straight from Nana
And so it all has now come to a glorious end
No more drama or heartbreak we need to expend
The Sox have indeed crawled way back from the dead
And left those hated Yanks shocked by a sock that was red
It began so much earlier, more than eighty years prior
Legions of talented Sox teams with all the desire
But year after year splendid teams they would splinter
Leaving those in Sox Nation on the hot stove each winter
2004 proved to be different - they had changed, we could tell
New owners, good defense and some pitching as well
Let's adopt a new plan, rebuild every component
At the end of the day, it was their time, their moment
The 36/38 gang, they had watched it transcend
And they witnessed this history right on down to the end
A trip to the Bronx to take in game one
With some at game three when the Sox appeared done
A ban placed on one - he can't go alone
For if he acts up and goes, we all must go home
With this one far away, the Sox pulled out game four
And two more great games left the gang wanting more.
For game seven they all gathered by e-mail device
An old habit from Super Bowl wins not just one time, but twice
Each had his role in the Nation and were ready for fun
They rooted their team, knowing the empire was done
They yukked up laughs over roles, bad calls, an old chair
Why Not Us? asked the gang. It just seemed so fair
This thing with Bambino doesn't bother our team
This isn’t impossible. This isn’t a dream
What followed was epic. The curse it was lifted!
It was shocking at first - for this team, it was gifted
Can it surpass those before - '75, '86 and the others?
Should they do that we surely will love them like brothers
So, we rejoice our new champs. Bring on the Cards!
We must finish this thing - it’s all in the stars
And while we root on our team for that World Series banner
Please know that this joy is a gift, it’s a gift straight from Nana
posted by litoblog at 4:30 PM
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game 7
Not to be melodramatic about it, but...
1946 to 1967 to 1972 to 1975 to 1978 to 1986 to 2003. As it was in the
beginning, is now, and I fear ever shall be, the Red Sox have once again
come up short. Last night's game was the most painful Red Sox game in
my lifetime. Pedro's machismo and Grady's good nature will go down in
Red Sox lore just as have Galehouse and Pesky and Dent and Buckner. But
let's face it, this is what being a Red Sox fan is all about.
To use a famous Smith family metaphor, it's not unlike getting your
first washing machine. Once you have it, you can't go back. It's the
chase we crave, not the title. Our chant in Milton is "Get Us to Labor
Day!", not "See You in October." This, my friends, is what holds Red
Sox Nation together. When they win, we will be just like any other fans
in America who get to enjoy a win every now and then. Until then, it
will be "Wait 'Till Next Year."
For many of us, our introduction to this phenomenon began in 1975. I
turned 14 that October. I well remember attending with by brother game
1 against Oakland in the ALCS that year. We sat in the center field
bleachers by ourselves. I remember the next weekend camping in the rain
with the Sox/Reds on the radio (a Tiant win), Ed Armbrister, Bernie
Carbo's homeruns, jumping up and down with my father and brother with
Fisk hit his shot, and, of course, a disappointing game 7 loss. For
Danny, Matt and B (at least), 2003 is 1975.
We all gathered around the television. Joe and Jerry were on the radio.
No snacks -- too big a game to eat. Danny kept score. Matt and I
shared a score sheet, and B kept track of hits, runs and errors by
inning. We had Tony and Mike in row 12 at The Stadium on the cell
phone. Gradually, Patti, Matt and B went upstairs, leaving Danny and
me alone downstairs. At 11:05 pm, it was there for the taking. But it
was, of course, not to be. At 12:22 this morning, after Boone's blast
in the 11th and after we both had filled in the "HR" box on our
scoresheets, I turned to Danny and said "So now you know what it is like
to be a Red Sox fan."
And so it is.
1946 to 1967 to 1972 to 1975 to 1978 to 1986 to 2003. As it was in the
beginning, is now, and I fear ever shall be, the Red Sox have once again
come up short. Last night's game was the most painful Red Sox game in
my lifetime. Pedro's machismo and Grady's good nature will go down in
Red Sox lore just as have Galehouse and Pesky and Dent and Buckner. But
let's face it, this is what being a Red Sox fan is all about.
To use a famous Smith family metaphor, it's not unlike getting your
first washing machine. Once you have it, you can't go back. It's the
chase we crave, not the title. Our chant in Milton is "Get Us to Labor
Day!", not "See You in October." This, my friends, is what holds Red
Sox Nation together. When they win, we will be just like any other fans
in America who get to enjoy a win every now and then. Until then, it
will be "Wait 'Till Next Year."
For many of us, our introduction to this phenomenon began in 1975. I
turned 14 that October. I well remember attending with by brother game
1 against Oakland in the ALCS that year. We sat in the center field
bleachers by ourselves. I remember the next weekend camping in the rain
with the Sox/Reds on the radio (a Tiant win), Ed Armbrister, Bernie
Carbo's homeruns, jumping up and down with my father and brother with
Fisk hit his shot, and, of course, a disappointing game 7 loss. For
Danny, Matt and B (at least), 2003 is 1975.
We all gathered around the television. Joe and Jerry were on the radio.
No snacks -- too big a game to eat. Danny kept score. Matt and I
shared a score sheet, and B kept track of hits, runs and errors by
inning. We had Tony and Mike in row 12 at The Stadium on the cell
phone. Gradually, Patti, Matt and B went upstairs, leaving Danny and
me alone downstairs. At 11:05 pm, it was there for the taking. But it
was, of course, not to be. At 12:22 this morning, after Boone's blast
in the 11th and after we both had filled in the "HR" box on our
scoresheets, I turned to Danny and said "So now you know what it is like
to be a Red Sox fan."
And so it is.
posted by litoblog at 4:24 PM
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