So here we are, the final News & Notes column of the 2004 Full Monty Fantasy Baseball League season. A column that I refrained from writing until the end of the Red Sox/Yankees series. Now I had all kinds of good notes written down from these past two weeks and planned on composing them all into some kind of coherent season ending column to end all columns, but after witnessing the events of this past week, and not getting a wink of sleep despite the fact that I'm not emotionally involved with either team, I've decided to scrap all the notes and turn this last column into one big sing-along!

Before cranking up the karaoke machine for the final time, let me officially congratulate our co-champions (yes, that's right, I said "co" champions) Brian Legere and Doug Quat, who finished in a dead tie for this year's title! Too bad we couldn't find a quick way to break this tie, as our league rules don't cover it, but I think the best suggestion I heard was Yoo-Hoo wrestling! Anyway, unlike the American League, we'll celebrate co-champions for our off-season and meet up again (hopefully) at Don Cardoza's bunkhouse for the 2005 Draft where we'll vote on restoring the "pour Yoo Hoo on the head of the winner" rule to our league Constitution…

We'll get to the singing momentarily but before I leave you all in song, a quick note that yes some of you now owe the league some money for all the fun you've had this past season. If you go to the COMMISH.COM home page and click on the account balances link on the front page at the bottom (or just click here) you'll be taken to the financials. If you owe me money please send me a check (my address is on the page) as soon as is financially possible. If I owe you money, hang in there, I'll get you a check as soon as possible. I can't pay the winners until I get paid by the losers (figuratively speaking of course), so if Sarah or Mrs. Quat start asking for their cash, I'm giving them the cell phone numbers of all who haven't coughed up their fair share… Anyone wishing to carry over a balance (positive or negative) into the football season (and hockey if we ever have one), may do so, I just request that you please drop me a line to ask nicely if that could be possible. Anyone with any questions at all about how the numbers were calculated, first check out the league standings page and/or call me for a more detailed explanation.

Yes, yes, the singing I know. We're almost there! Thank you all for another exciting season. I know I do this every year but once again from the bottom of my heart, I thank you all for your patience and cooperation with my commissionership. This league doesn't run itself and without all your cooperation this league doesn't run smoothly so thank you once again for allowing me to humbly serve as your leader.

Now about that singing! Whether you're a Red Sox fan, a Yankee fan, or even a Pittsburgh Pirates fan, join me and my special guest Don McLean in singing a song I started writing in the 6th inning of Game 7 and finished shortly after 9:30 the following morning, as we bid "bye bye" to Miss American Pie and the 2004 baseball season. One, two, three, four…

Not such a long time ago
I remember how the Yankees used to make George smile
But this year was the Sox best chance
To beat the Yanks and make The Dance
Now maybe they'll be happy for awhile
But mid October made a Nation shiver
With every Globe that got delivered
Bad news on the doorstep
Pedro's daddy and Curt's in-step
And I bet that Schilling cried
When he had those sutures tied
But that's when they knew he was their guy
The day The Curse did die

So bye bye to that Bambino guy
You keep Jeter, we don't need her, and please A-Rod don't cry
Grady and Buckner now in peace they can lie
Singing this wil be the day The Curse dies

Red Sox fans they fell in love
With Cabrera and Mientkiewicz's glove
Because Theo told them so
And do you belive the Sons of Sam
Horn that is, Berkowitz is a Yankee fan
When they all said Nomar had to go
Now all focused one just one thing
A really big ALCS win
Kick off those high top Nike shoes
There is no way they could lose
For Yankee fans this really hurts
As they cry into their Who's Your Daddy shirts
And find ways to blame Tanyon Sturtze
For the day The Curse did die

I started singing bye bye to that Bambino guy
You keep Jeter, we don't need her, and please A-Rod don't cry
Grady and Buckner now in peace they can lie
Singing this wil be the day The Curse dies

Tim Wakefield called the bullpen home
While dust collected on Derek Lowe
But that all worked out you see
When did A-Rod become such a drama queen
Perhaps he learned from Howard Dean
Who also blew a really big lead
I ask Stephen King who was feeling down
You think that girl still loves Tom Gordon now
When the series was adjourned
A World Series berth was earned
You know what I think would be really cool
To find Kevin Brown face down in Rivera's pool
The Sox they took the Yanks to school
The day The Curse did die

And they were singing bye bye to that Bambino guy
You keep Jeter, we don't need her, and please A-Rod don't cry
Grady and Buckner now in peace they can lie
Singing this wil be the day The Curse dies

But it was helter skelter in mid Autumn swelter
For a time Fenway looked like a fallout shelter
Down three-oh and fading fast
Pedro can't pitch to the daddy chants
The Sports Guy reels off hopeless rants
And Schilling's in the dugout in a cast
Then five long days and sleepless nights
And all the extra inning fights
The Sox took the next four
Something never done before
Red Sox Nation where were you
When Ortiz did his deja vu
I think the time was 1:02
The day The Curse did die

This torch now passes to the Cubs
Bartmen and goats and other flubs
Good luck with that my friends
Because Folke was nimble, Roberts was quick
While Papi swung a real big stick
And Johnny Damon rose again
Now they've reached the biggest stage
Where they'll channel all that pent up rage
It could all go to Hell
But let's hope it turns out well
And to all the patrons of The Cask N Flag
The Curse is safely tied up in a bag
So go run up a real big tab
The day The Curse did die

I met a man in Yankee blues
And I asked him for some happy news
He just cursed and called me gay
I went down to the Yankee store
Asked for the shirt that read "Oh For Four"
But the man there kindly asked me to go away
While in the streets Yankee fans screamed
Gary Sheffield once again was creamed
The only words that were spoken
Were about this Yanks team choking
Then the three men Sox fans hate the most
Bucky, Boone and Babe Ruth's ghost
They caught the 4 train for the coast
The day The Curse did die

And they were singing bye bye to that Bambino guy
You keep Jeter, we don't need her, and please A-Rod don't cry
Grady and Buckner now in peace they can lie
Singing this wil be the day The Curse dies

... and yes Walt, I understand that The Curse (Curse? What curse? Who said anything about a curse?) doesn't officially die until the Sox win the World Series (which they will do in 7 games, hopefully by beating Clemens and thus killing two ghosts with one stone this season), but we have to take some poetic license to make the song work! Besides, if I waited another week to write this column and the Sox don't win it all, I'm left singing about Tony LaRussa or even god help us Phil Garner! And you try coming up with two words that rhyme with Pujols!

So congratulations Red Sox fans, bask in your new found, long awaited and well deserved glory. Condolences to the Yankee fans, now you know how the other half lives. If anyone needs any counseling on how to get through this trying off-season please feel free to contact me, I am after all a Mets fan and thus professionally trained in how to handle situations just like this!...

That's all folks! Let's call it a season! 'til next year…

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