Where Memories Can Happen

It was Stevie Wonder on the radio and Indiana Jones on at the movie show,
And "Where's the Beef" was the question of the year,
When the Celtics Lakers rivalry was renewed on CBS TV,
As the Boston fans said "Beat LA" right here,

The series altered in game 4 when McHale took Rambis to the floor,
Dunks and layups never came with ease,
The Forum crowd was looking fine and loving watching their Showtime,
While the Garden boiled at 98 degrees,

I remember watching Magic Johnson, Worthy, and Kareem,
Playing Larry Bird, the Chief, and McHale, man, what a team,
From coast to coast you heard the country standing up and clapping,
It was the old days in the NBA where memories can happen,

Wrestlemania had Mr. T while Aha was singing "Take On Me",
As the movies showed Biff picking on McFly,
With Boston trying to repeat and the Lakers wanting to defeat,
The Celtics in the finals the first time,

Boston got out of the gate and it looked like things were going great,
In a game one massacre by 34,
But Kareem Abdul Jabbar took charge, like an MVP he came up large,
As the Lakers won and evened up the score,

I remember watching Magic Johnson, Worthy, and Kareem,
Playing Larry Bird, the Chief, and McHale, man, what a team,
From coast to coast you heard the country standing up and clapping,
It was the old days in the NBA where memories can happen,

We watched Good Morning Vietnam while "Rick Roll" Astley was the bomb,
As we learned about a girl named Donna Rice,
When the Celtics and the Lakers met in a rubber match we won't forget,
To see which team would end up winning twice,

The champions would gain renown from Hollywood on to Beantown,
As the greatest of the 80's in the book,
That history was sure to write about Bird and Magic's final fight,
With a chapter about Magic's junior hook,

Now Kobe and Gasol can take on Pierce and KG,
In another Lakers Celtics series that I want to see,
From coast to coast you'll hear the country standing up and clapping,
Just like old days in the NBA where memories can happen,
They'll try to win Phil number 10 where memories can happen ...

My Diaper Dandy

He's got big feet, he's got soft hands,
And it looks like he responds to my commands,
He's been around for just 2 days,
But it looks like he's intelligent and nimble for his age,
Let's try to get his DNA,
So we can tell for sure if he can play,
And get the newborn registry,
To see if some other coach has already bought the Wii,

You see, I'm known as the world's best collegiate recruiter,
With Facebook and MySpace on laptop computers,
I text, instant message, and talk on my cell,
And I know all the lingo that's hip, LOL,
But I need a leg up cause it's stiff competition,
So I'm here in maternity out on a mission,
With onesies and passies and boatloads of candy,
In hopes that I'll find My Diaper Dandy,

Why should I wait for AAU,
When it's clear just what this infant child might do,
Our fans will love what I have found,
I've been watching him ever since his 2nd ultrasound,
Now I don't want his Mom's reproach,
So i hope he's saying Mommy long before he's saying Coach,
But let's move on, we're wasting time,
Someone get this boy a crayon and an offer sheet to sign,

You see, I'm known as the world's best collegiate recruiter,
With Facebook and MySpace on laptop computers,
I text, instant message, and talk on my cell,
And I know all the lingo that's hip, LOL,
But I need a leg up cause it's stiff competition,
So I'm here in maternity out on a mission,
With onesies and passies and boatloads of candy,
In hopes that I'll find My Diaper Dandy,
Someone name him right now be it Jimmy or Randy,
Cause i've got to sign My Diaper Dandy ...

It's The End Of Sports News As We Know It

The end, it starts with sports bloggers,
Innocent in intent from their mother's basement,
Fans with keyboards, always sowing discord,
Writing anything they darn well please,
Rumors, gossip, truth is a toss up,
Churning out news with relative ease,
Anyone can do it, nothing really to it,
Let your opinions go,

It's the end of sports news as we know it,
And all the blogs are the bomb that'll blow it,
It's the end of sports news as we know it and that's just fine,

But then we learn they've got readers,
Loyal and devoted, the printed word's eroded,
Bye bye bookstores, newspaper dinosaurs,
Going the way of the magazines,
New innovations kill publications,
That a teenager's never seen,
Cause they get sports news, formulate their views,
From an uncensored source,

It's the end of sports news as we know it,
And all the blogs are the bomb that'll blow it,
It's the end of sports news as we know it and that's just fine,

What's left? an angry beat writer,
Pounding his typewriter, pulling an all-nighter,
Trying to get his story printed before he,
Hears his scoop's out on the net,
As soon as it debuts, everything's old news,
Yesterday's headlines we forget,
Pretty soon his paper's gonna be a vapor,
Ancient history,

It's the end of sports news as we know it,
And all the blogs are the bomb that'll blow it,
It's the end of sports news as we know it and that's just fine,

Without a web of sports bloggers,
We couldn't get perspective from someone not protective,
We'd get a box score, just a little bit more,
Couple of quotes from our favorite team,
Newspaper writers are turning into fighters,
To keep the bloggers off mainstream,
But bloggers are funny, they're making lots of money,
Might as well join 'em now,

It's the end of sports news as we know it,
And all the blogs are the bomb that'll blow it,
It's the end of sports news as we know it and that's just fine ...