The Pecan Park Eagle

“I’m not really such a bad man. I’m just a terrible Commissioner.” – Bud Selig.

I could research this for hours

Conferring batting powers

Consulting with my brain

And my head I’d be scratchin’

While my thoughts were busy hatchin’

On the SABR baseball train.

I’d unravel any riddle

For any individ’le

From Mexico or Spain

With these thoughts I’d be thinkin’

I could be another Lincoln

If I only had a brain

Oh, I would tell you why

K’s are three and walks are four

I could think of things I never thunk before

And then I’d sit and think some more

I will not be just a Selig

My head with lowered ceiling

My heart all full of pain

I will dance and be merry

Life will be a ding-a-derry

On the SABR baseball train

(Shift gears here on the melody after these three lines of shouted dialogue.)

So – where are we going, this summer and next?

To Oz? – To Oz?

No! We’re off to Philadelphia! Then to Houston!

WE’RE OFF TO SEE THE WIZARDS,

THE WONDERFUL WIZARDS OF ODDS!

OF BATTED BALLS AND GREAT PITCH CALLS

THE GREATEST THAT BASEBALL COULD DO BECAUSE,

OUR SABR OWNS – THE WIZARDS,

THE WONDERFUL WIZARDS OF ODDS!