This legend began on the day that baseball celebrated a #42 ( Jackie Robinson) and the Oakland A's humiliated another ( Mariano Rivera). On that fateful day Marco, 1-20 on the season to that point, stepped up to the plate to face Mariano Rivera, "the greatest closer of all time". A veritable David vs. Goliath, a meatball sub vs Roger Clemens, a pack of Big Red vs. Tito.
Before the dramatic blow was struck, Kelly claimed that were she an A's fan she couldn't resist the urge to chant Marco!! Scutaro!! ( to the theme music of Marco Polo) at the games. The diminutive A's utility infielder proceeded smash a two out 3 run HR off Fruitbat, which was followed by a round of Kelly's suggested mantra, and the legend was born.
A legend takes time to cultivate though and the next appearance was just as astonishing. During the "Doc Halladay should choke the shit out of John Gibbons" game, Alex Cora came up in the 9th inning with a man on and the Sox down by 1. I, candaon, proclaimed MARCO... which was quickly followed by Dover's ... SCUTARO, inspiring Alex to triple in the tying run. Alex was then driven in by a Coco Crisp sacrifice fly.
This warriors cry can be heard during the 9th inning of Red Sox and MFY games alike.
... and the legend of MARCO... ... SCUTARO grows.
Go to the comments section to see how we came oh so close to an embarrassing tradition, involving a favored poster.
16 comments:
Tom, you just missed out on becoming the inspirational mantra for ninth innings.
I actually think you calling Tom a douche was the charm. << Nancy. ;)
Nice job c: writing down the legend of Marco needed to be done.
Congratulations son.
Signed,
Coach.
Good job, Candaon, but what does //Go to the jump// mean?
Which jump?
Or am I being thick (I notice Ted didn't ask:))
I was being thick.
Guess it's not technically a "jump", HS, but screw it.
Nice job!!!
I always feel like I playing with my neighborhood gang on sg
I have no recollection of calling Mr. Miles a douche.
However, I have no doubt he probably deserved it.
You didn't Nancy. I said to him, Douche ( with ampersand), and you made the comment following the end of the hysterics. April 15 was the day of the game. It was funny.
It's an aigu, C.
April 15th was also the day hayes revealed that she worked for Callaway, causing our author to wet hisself.
i SO want to comment on Tom's post...but will hold myself back
I thought he just fainted...
Douché. There's ten minutes I'll never get back.
damn this shit always cracks me up. nice to catch up on some stuff though I don't think I ever would have learned, otherwise.
Cool!
That's quite the enormous kiwi, HS!
'Kin ginormous for a kiwi, Redbeard. The real ones are about the size of a football (soccer ball) and have feathers like fur (or fur like feathers, depending on your point of view.)
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