Showing posts with label sing-a-long. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sing-a-long. Show all posts

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Let's Go Matz!

♫♪ Meet The Mets,
Steven Matz,
Step right up and get beat by Matz!
Bring your kiddies,
bring your wife;
Guaranteed to have the time of your life

























Because Steve Matz is really sockin’ the ball;
Knocking in four runs with doubles to the wall!
East side,
West side,
everybody’s coming down
to meet the M-A-T-Z Matz of New York town! ♫♪♫♪

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Easy as Pi.

If you know the words, sing along...
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Not enough for you?
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You can always go look at my breakdown of the classic Topps American Pie sets.  As for me, I am going to have a nice big slice of cherry pie for breakfast.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Blow My Mind Your Royal Flyness.

       I was kinda stumped for a player that was both a Royal and Giant, at least one that I had a page of.  Then a little serendipity happened yesterday when I looked at Barry Bonds' page in my retired player book...
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                                                                       look ^^^^ right there.





































Vida Blue!  Of course!  Well, in the grand scheme of things, I am sure he would rather forget his underwhelming time in Kansas City (cocaine is a hell of a drug...).  And yes, there are others who have done this but this was the only page I found that had a player with both teams (though now that I look at that list, I am pretty sure I could have gone with a Gaylord Perry page as well). 

As you may or may not know, before these playoffs started, I threw my support behind the Kansas City Royals.
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I am not about to spoil a good thing while it is going so well or jump off a bandwagon that is oh so comfy.  Since I have no true rooting interest in this series, I just want a seven game set full of cliffhanger games and things that amaze and astound.  And if the fans of a sadsack mid-western team can get off a 29-year schneid, all the better. It will give me some hope for my sadsack east coast team.

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Oh, curious about the title to this post? Well, everyone can't help themselves but to use some line from, or even debase, that "Royals" song by Lorde, but why has no one embraced (or denounced) anything by the venerable indie band They Might Be Giants?  Everything right is wrong again.

Friday, July 11, 2014

The Boney King of Nowhere.

In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape
Broken branches trip me as I speak
Just cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there
Just cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there
There's always a siren singing you to shipwreck
don't reach out, don't reach out
Steer away from these rocks we'd be a walking disaster
don't reach out, don't reach out
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Just cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there
there's someone on your shoulder
Just cuz you feel it doesn't mean it's there
there's someone on your shoulder
There there...
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Why so green
And lonely
Heaven sent you
To me
We are accidents waiting
Waiting to happen

  - "There there."  Radiohead

Monday, May 5, 2014

Cinco de Mayo.

Cinco de mayo, blowout, denial
It wasn't fun this time, letting you go
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What if I never, a bullet forever
Held out my hand to you?
We wouldn't have known beautiful flow
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Absolute measure, I ain't no pleasure hound
Bus out of control, ploughing the road
Out on a bender
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Just Alice falling down a deepening hole
I'd never been to Rome until you smiled
You're about as old and piled
Used to pray for snow
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Now I just wonder what spell I was under
Thinking you thought of me as something to hold
I'd never been to Rome until you smiled
You're about as old and piled
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Cinco de mayo, burn-out Ohio
It wasn't me this time letting you go.

(64 silver dollars if you recognized this song without google or my label)

Monday, July 15, 2013

This Is Not The Greatest Post In The World...

...this is just a Tribute.
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This is just a tribute...you gotta believe it...
And I wish you were there, it's just a matter of opinion.
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(wait, you may be asking, if you aren't buying new high end product, how did you procure these two fine pages of shiny? my new obsession, that's how...)

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Me and My Mini.


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Me and my mini,
Strolling down the avenue,
Me and my mini,
Not a soul to tell our troubles to . . .

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And when it’s twelve o’clock,
We climb the stair,
We never knock,
For nobody’s there . . .

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Just me and my mini,
All alone and feelin’ blue . . .

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And when it’s twelve o’clock,
We climb the stair,
We never knock,
For nobody’s there . . .

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Just me and my mini,
All alone and feelin’ blue . . .

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Also acceptable, though slightly more obscure.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Not Nine.

       I have been extolling the virtues of the nine-pocket page, but as we all know, they aren't the only pages that exist.  So, to show that I am an open-minded all-embracing card lover, not some kind of standard-sized bigot, I present all the wonderful shapes and sizes that make our hobby great:

(sing along, if you are in the mood)

TWO!
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FOUR!
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SIX!
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EIGHT!
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 Who do we appreciate?

Well, I really love these:
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Fifteen!
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And twelve!
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Nonononono, no more of that faux vintage stuff, and that page isn't even complete (even if the set is) c'mon, let's see the real thing...
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Damn baby, that page is so sexy, let's turn around and see that backside.
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That's what I'm talkin' about...