boyfriend of the day
I heard this song lyric the other day and guess which just-opted-out 3rd baseman it reminded me of:
“Baby I got my facts learned real good right now. You better get it straight darling. Poor man wanna be rich, rich man wanna be king, and a king ain't satisfied till he rules everything. I wanna go out tonight, I wanna find out what I got.”
That’s from “Badlands” by Bruce Springsteen.
I’m in a big Springsteen kick right now just like everyone else. The new album is terrific. I saw one of the shows at the Meadowlands last month. I even went last weekend to see a terrific Bruce tribute band called Tramps Like Us. Not just a knockoff band, these guys are good. Check ‘em out at www.trampslikeus.com.
Maybe I’ve been spending a little too much time thinking about A-Rod when I get reminded of him listening to a Springsteen song. Anyway, it’s getting late and I have to run…because the night belongs to…oh, never mind. [sweeny murti]
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When Alex re-signs with the Yankees, Sweeny can cue up "Greetings From Asbury Park, N.J." and listen to these lyrics:
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I came for you, for you, I came for you...
Rich, at 3:37 AM
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Sorry Rich, I think when Boras asked A-Rod if he wanted to stay in New York, the conversation went something like this:
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Alex: "Baby this town rips the bones from your back. It's a death trap, its a suicide rap. I gotta get out while I'm young."
Boras: "Together, we could break this trap. We'll run till we drop, baby well never go back. Will you walk with me out on the wire?" Mr. Faded Glory, at 2:46 PM
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Followed by "It's a town full of losers, I'm pullin' outta here to wiiiiiiin"?
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SIGH. Karen, at 9:37 PM
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Well played by both of you.
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Seriously, I can't remember being so wrong about someone. A-Rod had me fooled.
Why he can't understand how cool it would be to finish his career as a Yankee is beyond me.
I don't know if I would have lived long enough to see it, but I thought A-Rod would have enjoyed humming these lyrics at Old Timers' Day games at Yankee Stadium as an old man:
Glory days well they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days
Guess not. Rich, at 12:28 AM
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Things may be looking up...
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Boras may be getting a Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out. Rich, at 4:04 PM
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