Walking from Wellman headed to the library,
It’s the day after Halloween, campus shouldn’t be this scary.
And though the ghouls and ghosts are no longer on attack,
There is still a plethora of people wearing orange, and black.
These colors hold a certain connotation in the bay,
And bring back memories of a kid who used to say “hey!”
This fall could be a monumental for fans who’ve been left out,
Since fifty four, when it was new york that got to scream and shout.
But not I, said the Jack, no, I wont be celebrating,
But brooding and feuding, my attitude is scathing.
For though the Giants may be a nor cals team of old,
I must admit, my allegiance lies with the green and gold.
I used to say, “hey giants fans, remember game seven?
In 2002, you guys thought you were in heaven?”
Eight outs away from a world series ring,
But the Angels in the outfield made sure the others won bling.
Yes it was cold, and not all that nice,
But my sorry teams at home, and it’s I that pay the price
So now here I sit, on a Monday night,
Watching the Giants clinch the series
But although it’s not my team everything’s all right,
Cuz when tomorrow comes, no one will notice my queries
Congrats Giants fans, you guys won neato!
But man, no more trash about freaking barry zito.
--Jack Dale
