"There must be some way out of the minor leagues," said Hank Conger to the Vern. "There's too much confusion, I can't really learn. Mike Scioscia he eats his cannoli, DiPoto scours the earth, and although he found a gem in Frieri, does he know what Bourjos is really worth?"
"No reason to get excited," the Vern he kindly spoke, "There are many here among us who feel that playing for the team is but a joke. But you and I we have got paychecks, and this is not our fate, so let us not talk about Mike Trout, the hour's getting late."
All along the 25-Man Roster, Arte kept a view, while Romine and Calhoun came and went, Garrett Richards too. Outside in the cold distance, a Napoli did growl, Mark Trumbo moved up the cleanup spot and the fans began to howl.
Apologies to Jimi and Bob.