August 12, 2010 has to be the worst Dodger loss of the year.  

 

Here is my feable attempt at butchering the song “It’s the Most Wonderful Time Of The Year”   much like Kershaw’s game got butchered last night.  

 

It’s the worst frickin loss of the year

With the bullpen eight run giving

And everyone telling you to leave Kuo in

It’s the worst frickin loss of the year

It’s the sick-sickest season of all

With those trip to the mound and crappiest meetings

When Torre signals a call

Is the sick-sickest season of all

 

There will be wakes for hosting

Coaches for roasting

And b-itching out in the blogs

There will be scary Dodger stories

And tales of the meltdown

To tell for a long, long time ago.

 

Is the worst frickin loss of the year

There is so much cursing

And heartburns from the blowing

Of the win that was so, so near

Is the worst frickin loss of the year

 

There was Bellisario sucking

Blake with an error

And Broxton blowing another good save

There will be scary Dodger stories

And tales of the meltdown

To tell for a long, long time ago

 

Is the worst frickin loss of the year

There is so much cursing

And hearburns from the blowing

Of the win that was so so near

Is the worst frickin loss

Is the worst frickin loss

Is the worst frickin loss

Is the worst frickin loss of the year