TWAS THE WEEK of FREE AGENCY
Twas the week of free agency and all through the hotel
not a player was stirring, not even Dotel.
The contracts were written on the table with care
in hopes that the owners soon would be there.
The agents were nestled all snug in their beds
while visions of dollar signs danced in their heads.
With Selig in slippers and a smooth Boras greeting
they had all settled in for a long winters meeting.
When out of the night there arose a huge light
I sprang from my bed to see such a sight.
Away from my window I flew like a flash
to get to the safe and lock up my cash.
The moon shined down on the parking lot gate
I thought for a bit what would be my fate.
When what to my wondering eyes do I see
but a king-size limo with a plate that read PLEASE.
With a tall, smiling driver, not spiteful or tragic
I knew at that moment it had to be Magic.
Faster than fast, the players they came
and he whistled, and shouted and called them by name.
Now Upton, now Greinke, now Hamilton and Bourn
on Swisher, on Sanchez, on Haren and more.
From back of the plate or top of the Wall
sign away, sign away, sign away all.
Some jumped so quickly while others did wait
Magic just smiled, it's never too late
Contracts were offered day after day
to many a fielder we know that can play.
Agents and players, they searched all the pages
to indeed make sure they'll receive their fair wages.
At the end of each day, the players would talk
about hitting a homer or taking a walk.
With each new signing comes smiles for some
while others just wonder "Is my team that dumb?"
There are winners and losers each year at this time
I'm struggling to find more words that can rhyme.
These meetings they happen some far and some near
with some owners so happy, they spend without fear.
The losers here, they drink all the beer
and shout out to everyone "Just wait till next year!"
MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY HOLIDAYS
December 20th, 2012