Merry Christmas from the Apples

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Nashville
Not a creature was stirring, not even an Apple;

The stockings were hung on the bat rack with care,
In hopes that opening day soon would be there.

With Tony in his new red shoes and Brooke in her cap,
the Apples had settled down for their off season nap,

The Apples were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of another undefeated season danced in their heads.

When out on Granny White Field there arose a clatter,
I jumped from my sauna to see what was the matter.

Away to the dugout I flew like a flash,
tore open the gate and threw out the starting lineup.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a dozen new balls and a case of Coors Light Beer.

Then there was a bald old Apple so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Don Bernitt

More rapid than John Jones the team they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name;
Now Keith, now Patty, now Robin and Gregs,
On Christi, On Tiffany, and Sarah and Shane

From the top of the batting order to the top of the standings,
now hit that ball,hit that ball, hit that ball all!

And then in a twinkling was heard on the dugout roof,
the prancing and pawing of Bella's little hoof.

As I spat in my hand, and was turning around,
down the dugout Commissioner Sammy Metz came with a bound.
He was dressed in Apple red from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were tarnished with seaweed and soot.

A bundle of new Apple uniforms he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a school boy just opening his pack.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
soon gave me to know that the Apples are not dead.

He spoke not a word but instead went straight to work,
and filled all the bat bags before calling the umpire a jerk.

Laying a finger aside his nose, and giving a nod out the dugout he went.
I heard him exclaim as he rounded third and was soon out of sight,

"Merry Christmas from the Apples and to all a good night."


How bout them Apples !!