Some fast spinning objects are not launched from a string – unless it happens to be the disastrous string of false hope for the season at hand prior to spring.
The Spinning Top Hit Full Wobble Today
A Parody by Bill McCurdy
(Written today after the Rangers put that 9-2 cap on a series sweep at MMP over the Astros, and borrowed in respect to the original deep look at life by songwriter Don McLean in Dreidel many years ago.)
It feels like a spinning top – or a Dreidel
The spinning don’t stop – at the first game cradle
It just slows down.
Round and around this league we did go
Spinning through big losses to the teams we all know
We must shut down.
How we gonna keep on turning – from day to day?
How we gonna keep from spurning – our chances away?
No arms we can borrow, no bats we can buy.
No trust in tomorrow. – It’s a lie.
And it feels like we’re a dippin’ and a divin’.
Our sky shoes are spiked with lead heels.
We’re lost in the star car Jeff’s a drivin’.
But our air sole keeps pushin’ hope’s wheels.
Our pitching’s a constant confusion.
Our hitting’s a vacant attack.
Last year is a bogus illusion.
We’re watchin’ the future – it’s black.
What do we know?
We know just what we perceive.
What can we show?
Nothing of what of we believe.
And as time goes – each thread of hurt – that we leave
Will spin around our deeds – and dictate our needs
As we sell our souls – and we sew our seeds
And we wound ourselves – and our Astros bleed
And our habits grow – and our conscience feeds
On all that we thought – we would be
We never thought this could happen – you see.
We feel like a spinning top – or a dreidel.
The spinning don’t stop – at the first game cradle
It just slows down.
Round and around – the league – again – we go
Spinning through the teams – that also should know
We all slow down.
How we gonna keep on turning – from day to day?
Are we gonna keep on spurning – our chances away?
‘Cause now we feel like a spinning top – or a dreidel.
The spinning ain’t stopped – since our first game cradle.
It. Just. Slowed. Down. – Way. Down. Waay. Dowwn.
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