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Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a fan who knows pleasure and pain.
I've been around for a long, long time -- watched "Say Hey Willie" fade away.
I was there when poor Jack Clark had his moment(s) of doubt and strain.
Seems for sure the rat Ron Cey washed his hands and sealed our fate.
Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name. But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game.
Stuck around old Candlestick till I vowed it was time for a change.
Killed some brews and some Polish dogs, Jose Uribe screamed in vain.
I joined their ranks when the Giants stank, when the home team tanked and the sauerkraut dogs shrank.
Let me please introduce myself, I'm a fan who's known pleasure and pain.
Jose Oquendo, three feet tall, but he killed us just the same.
I watched with glee with shady company as my resentment grew for the team in blue.
Who shouted out, "Wait till Next Year?" After all, it was you and me.
Let me please introduce myself, I'm a fan who's known pleasure and pain.
Barry Bonds a stud in May, by the playoffs only shame.
I laid some traps for some L.A. saps, and laughed as they ran away.
Never thought the tide would turn, till Solomon Torres made us pay.
I've cheered and lost and fooled my boss, work left undone, losing 10-1.
Who cursed out the vain Mike Piazza? Well, after all, it was you and me.
Let me please introduce myself, I'm a fan who's known pleasure and pain.
Loma Prieta -- the Oakland A's -- destruction just the same.
Feared we had to move out to Tampa, till Safeway saved the day.
Then we laid waste to Atlanta, till "Crime Dog" came their way.
Won 103 in '93, still woe is me.
Who shouted out, "Pass the Mylanta?" Well, after all, it was you and me.
Let me please introduce myself, I'm a fan who's known pleasure and pain.
How could a team win so much and yet vacation in the end?
Moved to a park named for pay phones, sure my luck had finally changed.
For a time we won like the devil and ruled the West again.
The field was clear, the curse seemed done, but the Mets still won, again we got run.
Let me please introduce myself, I'm a fan who's known pleasure and pain.
Every year the same old song, every year the same old stain.
Back this year in a bad way, Ellis Burks has gone away.
Benard losing flies in the outfield, seems like a debt to pay.
What have we done? What have we won? What God did we anger back when?
Why should something that feels so good end in losing again and again?
Let me please introduce myself, I'm a fan who's known pleasure and pain.
With Bonds and Kent, the Big Cat and Nenn, hope lives aboard this train.
Just as every Dodger is a criminal and all the Giants saints. But that Lasorda, just call him Lucifer.
Just to see him, I need restraint.
So if you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy and some taste.
For no one could ever suggest it -- that your love has gone to waste.
Oh, yeah.
From the article On Baseball: For Giants fans, it's a heavy cross to bear by Marcos Bret�n
Bee Staff Writer
(Published Aug. 4, 2001)
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