One Long Tuesday Night

Check out Bazooka Jones' live blog/ poem about the MLB All Star Game Tuesday night, Nothing to do, I'll watch the All-Star game, And have some brews. It's normally dull, Annoying as hell, But usally not Played this well. Fox really sucks; Joe Buck is a hack, McCarver's retarded, The production is whack. The scoring starts slow, Gaining with time, Going back-and-forth, Just like this rhyme. Into extras, The plays jaw dropping, In and out of jams, Flash bulbs still popping. Entering the 13th, Bud Selig appears, It looks like he wants to go, And end it right here. Why the long face? Looking suicidal, This game is amazing, I can't even stay idle. The Flat Breezy appears, Throwing the cheese, He blows 'em away, And buckles their knees. Uggla makes another E, His 3rd of the game, This isn't the way, He wanted to get some fame. Another stolen base, This time by Drew, Still no McCann, What's a Braves fan to do? Marmol on the bump, Did he deserve his roster spot? No, Not a chance, But that fastball was still hot. More Yankee Stadium BS, They've done it a ton, When this game is over, Can it please be done? Grounder to short, Young eats it up, Sherrill's through another, Yeah, this kid is tough. Sportscenter is weak, It's on the other TV, They've got nothing to cover, Except meaningless Marcus Camby. Martin still in, Catching for Webb, If McCann isn't hurt, I want Clint Hurdle's Head. To 15 we go, Kazmir is in, Uggla is up, To the NL's chagrin. I keep hearing the word "tie," Even though this is baseball. Damn you Bud Selig, You changed it all! Bottom 15, A B-Mac sighting, Brad Lidge comes in, And the AL comes up fighting. Ludwick with the dive, Showing some skill, He may be unknown, But he's still here to thrill. For unknown reasons, The camera suddenly loves Youk, All the Yankee/Red Sox attention, Makes me want to puke. With Drew back in the box, The game on the line, Lidge we have a problem, You just bounced it 3 times. Bases juiced for Young, Looks like a sac fly, Morneau just gets in, Hart's throw was just off line. A marathon game, This time it counted, No matter the consequences, At least no one got routed.