Last Christmas

It's that time of year again, folks. A time of magic, Mariah Carey, jingle bells, sugar cookies, and our annual TBB Christmas carol. This year, we'd like to share with you our rendition of Wham's Last Christmas. We actually just watched the video. It's incredible. We're going to post the link here so that you can experience its majesty as well.

Last Christmas, we asked Beltran to go away, 
but the very next day, he stayed with the Yankees.
This year, to save us from tears,
we'll ask for someone special. 

Once bitten and twice shy, 
we've made mistakes, 
but select players still catch our eye.
Max Scherzer, 
do you recognize us?
We write a blog and are clearly very funny. 
(Merry Christmas) - we creepily whisper in your ear

We're going to wrap a sexy contract and send it
with a note saying, "We'd love for you to come to New York."
We mean it. 
Now we know what fools our teams are, 
but if you sign with us now,
we'll give you an autographed picture of Alyssa Milano.

Last Christmas, we asked for better players,
but the very next day, we got a sh*t load of outfielders. 
This year, to save us from tears,
we're begging something special.

Oh, oh, baby.

A crowded stadium,
fans with tired eyes.
You're hiding from us
with TOWSNBN
(because he's a dick) - we whisper creepily in your ear.
Holy sh*t balls, we think you could be someone to rely on. 
Us? We promise not to make fun of you so you won't need a shoulder to cry on.

An arm of a pitcher with a fire in his heart.
If you go to another team, it will tear us apart, ooh-hoo.
New York could be your real love, you'll never want to leave again.

Last Christmas, we asked for a playoff shot,
but the very next day, they gave it away.
This year, to save us from tears,
we'll settle for not coming in last. That would be special.

(Special) - we whisper creepily in your ear.