As my 11-year old son and I flipped through our MLB Extra Innings package on May 30th (trying to satisfy our "baseball jones"on a Red Sox off-night), we happened upon the Giants-Mets game at Shea. What the heck? We might get to see Bonds strike out pathetically.
Anyway, with the Metropolitans up 4-2, the game moved to the bottom of the eighth inning. Wait a minute, what's that playing in the background? It can't be! No way! Run the DVR back will, ya? Then, as "OH..OH..OH" boomed into the Flushing night, it became clear. "Sweet Caroline" was playing on the Shea PA, "Sweet Caroline"! OUR "Sweet Caroline"! In OUR bottom of the eighth! Then, to add insult to blasphemy, there was the "So Good, So Good, So Good"! Those infidels! Those slime buckets! Typical New York. They have nothing of inherent value, so they have to steal it.
Mr. Henry, get on this, will ya! The stinking Mets cannot have our Sweet Caroline! What's next? The Whalers Fight Song when David Wright gets a lead-off single in a rally situation? This must be nipped in the bud. This is war.