(Set to Death Cab for Cutie's "Cath...")
Matt... he stands
With his suitcase in hand
And he can't relax
With his hand on the small of his bat
As the flash bulbs burst
He holds a smile
Like someone who won't
Be in Denver for a while
So everybody will ask
What became of you
Cause the Rockies ran out of cash
And they didn't know what to do
Matt... it seems
That you brought us
All our wildest dreams
With a hand-me-down roster mess
Where any All-Star Could have been so depressed
But you slid face-first
And Coors Field roared
Now we don't even know
Who you've been traded for
So everybody will ask
What became of you
Cause the Rockies owners are trash
And you didn't know what to do
The whispers that it wouldn't last
Turned out to be quite true
But if our title hopes were dying that fast
We might have done the same as you
We'd have done the same as you.
Thanks, Matt Holliday.
What...am I taking this too serious??
