Andrew Dice Clay Interprets Baseball Poetry: F.P. Adams

In this edition of Andrew Dice Clay Interprets Baseball Poetry, the Dice Man sets his sights on the famous piece by Franklin Pierce Adams, Baseball’s Sad Lexicon.

These are the saddest of possible words:
“Tinker to Evers to Chance.”
Trio of bear cubs, and fleeter than birds,
Tinker and Evers and Chance.
Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble,
Making a Giant hit into a double–
I showed her my crank was as big as the Hubble:
And then that bitch dropped her pants.
OH!

You still got it Dice, you still got it.




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David G. Temple is the Managing Editor of TechGraphs and a contributor to FanGraphs, NotGraphs and The Hardball Times. He hosts the award-eligible podcast Stealing Home. Dayn Perry once called him a "Bible Made of Lasers." Follow him on Twitter @davidgtemple.


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frivoflava29
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frivoflava29
2 years 7 months ago

Got what… syphilis?

frivoflava16
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frivoflava16
2 years 7 months ago

Yo fool, that ain’t cool.
Stay in school.
Word.

Chaz Bono's Sweaty Gash
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Chaz Bono's Sweaty Gash
2 years 7 months ago

She needed the money.

e.e. cummings
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e.e. cummings
2 years 7 months ago

That poem was ruined for me when I heard it was pronounced eevers, not ehvers.

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