Wiff Rabbit

This is a song about batting against Eric Z.

One pitch makes you larger And one pitch makes you small, And the ones that flutter in there Don't ever reach the wall.

Go face Eric When he’s pitching the ball.

And if you chase the curveball That bounces before reaching the wall, Tell 'em a Philosophy Professor Has given you a call.

Damn, Eric When he pitches that ball.

When the men in the outfield Heckle and tell you where to go And you've just wiffed some kind of riser And your bat is moving slow.

Go face Eriiiiiiiic

I think he'll knoooooow.

 

Illogic and nonsense

Spill forth from his head,

Then Zamonski is talking backwards

And the Commish is  "off with his head!"

Rememberrrrrr what the stat sheet said:

"Oh-for-ten. Oh-for-ten. Oh-for-ten!"