It’s HARD to be a Twins Fan

So, this is definitely outside my normal realm… LOL But given the box scores these days, it just had to be done.. of course, now it’s stuck in my head. This could be a long rest of the season.. I apologize to anyone else now with this in mind each game.

FAN:

baseball, you know it’s hella hard for me to love a Twins man
they make me so full of misery and all this anger
I could never turn my cheek and call you a stranger
baseball, you know it’s hella hard for me to love a Twins man

PLAYER:

ball is in the wind, slowly drifting afoul
each and everyday takes away my pow’r ‘til there’s nothin’ left
but memories fillin’ up inside like heavy rain
‘til it opens up and drizzles down
that’s when you’ll understand my pain
start in the streets with my boys we were base ballin’ even if we unemployed
we all had it rough thru the early years, hit plenty but wasn’t that enough, caught up in LOB
then we didn’t pitch consistently
‘til your tears streamin’ down your cheeks 
left you heart broken week after week
think about me in dispise and we wonder why 
times change like everything the lineups rearrange
love this game though some people willing to cheat
nothing stranger than the cycle to beat
and I want to give you wins but never knew what it was
if I did I would part the clouds and let the sunshine on the stands appreciate you for being fans

FAN:

baseball, you know it’s hella hard for me to love a Twins man
they make me so full of misery and all this anger
I could never turn my cheek and call you a stranger
baseball, you know it’s hella hard for me to love a Twins man

through no hitting series I have hardly complained
I be happy as you as my man but more runs couldn’t be obtained
but too late now, the season’s as good as dead
I’m praying each day that you won’t just quit instead
but I love a Twins man so that’s the way that it goes
with you in the post season, with you when you choked
no matter the situation, I was there by your side
cried and pushed full of tears from my tight-closed eyes
so what’s is gonna take for you to win more games
keep doing the same things leads to more of the same
it’s hard to love a Twins man, I can clearly see
I leave my boys for a day and yet they still needed me
it’s in the 5th inning and you still aint home
batter out at the plate and you never get to go
something inside is telling me that something might be wrong
no runners, no score, you aint picking good walkup songs
what am I to do when I got a last place team
there’s so many things wrong, I’ve lost the gleam
I know I always wanted baseball in my life
but this pain is killing me like a sharp knife…

baseball, you know it’s hella hard for me to love a Twins man
they make me so full of misery and all this anger
I could never turn my cheek and call you a stranger
baseball, you know it’s hella hard for me to love a Twins man

PLAYER:

livin’ this life in baseball aint easy
hard to find a fan in this world to cheer me
so I give my soul to you, you give your soul to me
even though I’m never around always with the boys on the road
each game out there running bases, I know it’s hard to watch the score
but even though I put you thru all this misery
you’re still here watching me
and sometimes I wonder why all the bullshit I put you through
having you feelin’ the blues and you still always stay true
you have to trust that we will win
thats why you give us your heart
we’re never find another fan like you in this world
you’re our baseball fan, the boys of summer will do what we can
season is short, isn’t life without you, already feels cold
I’m just letting you know I’m always gonna be right here
always trying hard because each run’s so dear
you always show me that you care
that’s why you’re a Twins fan for life
you’re my fan, you’re my pay check, I’ve seen the light

FAN:

baseball, you know it’s hella hard for me to love a Twins man
they make me so full of misery and all this anger
I could never turn my cheek and call you a stranger
baseball, you know it’s hella hard for me to love a Twins man

In case you aren’t familiar with the ‘source’ material: It’s Hard to Love a Gangsta.