Mr. Alderson

(Sing to the tune of Mrs. Robinson by Simon and Garfunkel)

And here’s to you, Mr. Alderson
Freddie loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
Cut payroll please, Mr. Alderson
It doesn’t really matter how we play
(Hey, hey, hey…hey, hey, hey)

We’d like to have you spend a lot less cash than you require
We need to make it look like it’s your plan
Look around you Sandy and you’ll see the reasons why
Stroll around my friend and please don’t mind the fans that cry

And here’s to you, Mr. Alderson
Freddie loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
Cut payroll please, Mr. Alderson
It doesn’t really matter how we play
(Hey, hey, hey…hey, hey, hey)

Hide our true intentions so the fans will never know
Dress it up with fiction, play the fool
It’s our little secret, just another sordid tale
Keep it from the press or we will certainly catch hell

Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mr. Alderson
Freddie loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
Cut payroll please, Mr. Alderson
It doesn’t really matter how we play
(Hey, hey, hey…hey, hey, hey)

Sitting in the owners box on Sunday afternoon
A crowd of fans are walking through the gates
See the lines at Shake Shack, they know nothing of our views
Ev’ry way you look at it, they lose

What have you done, Mr. Alderson
Mets nation turns their desperate eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo)
What’s that you say, Mr. Alderson
Jose Reyes has left and gone away
(Hey, hey, hey… hey, hey, hey…)

This is what I do when watching post season games that don’t feature the Mets…