So my apologies, this isn’t a rap, but for all my old schoolers out there, this is to the tune of Ruppert Holmes’ “Pina Colada Song” and could as well be about the Indians…
I was tired of winning, cheering for too many greats,
I’d seen too many trophies, too many playoff dates,
So I needed a new team, to beat my brains out instead,
Found a fan of the Red Stockings, and this is…what he said…
If you like bad starting pitching, no stolen bases or bunts,
If you like leadoff hitters, who reach base less than once,
If you like rally-killing strikeouts, and a bullpen that’s dead,
Come with me to Great American, and experience the Reds…