Why oh why?

Oh Tony Larussa,

Just what have you done,

It’s enough with the sunglasses,

We thought we had won,



Oh Albert Pujols,

You big sack of ****,

If you were dying of thirst,

I would not even spit,



Oh David Eckstein,

Why are you here,

A ****ing weak grounder,

I puked in my beer,



Oh Jimmy Edmonds,

Centerfielder du jour,

I knew he would walk you,

Your wife is a w****,



Oh Reggie Sanders,

I knew that we should,

Have walked ****in Pujols,

You were sure that we would,



Oh Mr. Garner,

You over-manage to much,

You CANNOT pitch to Pujols,

You know the guy’s clutch,



Oh Bradley Lidge,

What can I say,

You threw an 0 and 1 meatball,

It’s still flying today,



So here’s to the Stros,

With two more to go,

I’ve given my heart,

Please don’t rip out my soul.