"We’re not going to sit here and watch another 10 games like the 10 games we’ve already had. We have to right the ship. They have to right the ship. And if they don’t, then we can release guys, we can trade guys. We’ll do what it takes to get better." –Nationals’ GM Jim Bowden, on the team’s early struggles (Washington Post)
(with apologies to Gordon Lightfoot)
The legend lives on from the Expos on down
Of the mistake they call GM Bowden
His fate, it is said, leaves his team all but dead
When the skies of October turn gloomy.
What a lineup eyesore! – Ryan Church was no more
Then the GM Jim Bowden got squirrelly
His good skipper too had a big bone to chew
When the gales of Alfonso came early
The team was the pride of the Montreal side
Stolen back to some hole in old D.C
As the old ballparks go it was bigger than most
With no charm and the fences a-way back.
Convincing some teams to trade for his wild dreams
When they got Ryan Drese … so appealing!
And prior that year when they signed Guzman’s rear
Could it be the North Wind they’d been feeling.
The arm in dear Guzman made a tattletale sound
And his labrum tore after his flailing
And every man knew, as Frank Robinson, too,
T’was the witch of the Expos come stealing.
Ayala came in and his season had to wait
When the pains of Spring Training came slashing
When MRIs came it was 06 down the drain
In the face of a T.J. recovery
When the opener came Jose Vidro came on deck
Saying fellows my knee is still hurting
At second again, could he regain his "zen"
He said fellas with .200 I’ll be flirting.
Old Guillen fired in he had wrist pain again
And his big bat and glove was enshrouded
And later that week when his power seemed bleak
Came the wreck of the GM Jim Bowden.
Does anyone know where the glove of Chad goes
When Cordero turns 3 outs to hours
The bleachers all say they’d have paid O’s Chris Ray
If they’d fifteen more million to squander.
(and so on ….)