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The Top 5 Nonsensical Baseball Songs Ever

you ever sat in the ballpark and asked, “Why in God’s name are they playing
that song?”  I understand why the Astros
jam to “Deep in the Heart of Texas” during their 7th Inning Stretch,
but can someone tell me what connection could there possibly be between “Lazy
Mary” by Lou Monte and the Mets’ 7th Inning?  You know what I mean?  The following are my Top 5 Baseball songs
that make me go “Whaa?”


5. Lets Go Mets Go! – Who can forget the
rally cry of the 1986 Mets?  And sure, it
was great at the time.  It has Martha Quinn in the video for Christ
sakes (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OzHwiDZ3pgQ
)!  Nonetheless, considering the sad
state of the team today, you have to ask why it still gets toted out during rain delays.  It just looks dusty and sad (expect for Gary
Carter’s ‘fro.  That will always look amazing).


4. All the Way – Who remembers this little
ditty written by Eddie Vedder in 2007 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CqHTScDBsDU)?
The Cubs made such a big deal about the song when it first came out, but did
anyone take a look-see at the lyrics before they did?  “We know someday
we’ll go all the way.”    Someday? 
Talk about not wanting to hedge your bets.


3. Shout – Yes, the Washington Nationals
actually play “Shout” during the 7th inning. Come to think of it,
there’s probably not a more appropriate song. 
If you’ve ever been to a Washington Nationals game, you’re usually ready
to “shout, pick your heels up and shout” as you run toward the gate by the 7th.


2. Ok Blue Jays – Frankly, I never heard
this song, but I bet it’s pretty polite and flaccid.  Come to think of it…not unlike the team.


1. Go Cubs Go – I am well aware that this
will probably make me the most unpopular girl in the Windy City, but hear me
out.  It’s a catchy ditty.  It’s actually on my iPod.  The tradition is to play the song after a Cubs’ win, yet the song is about
future Cubs’ wins.  Why isn’t it played before the game? Again, talk about a team that hasn’t won in so
long, they’re actually afraid of the word “win.” Sometimes a classic deserves
more respect than a drunken frat boy serenade in front of John Barleycorn.