Darth Norteņo
31 Oct 2004, 11:41 PM
You will not be able to stay home, DC.
You will not be able to phone in, drag on and drop out.
You will not be able to lose this game at home and skip out for beer with the Barras because
The Revolution will not be televised.
The Revolution will not be televised,
The Revolution will not be brought to you by MLS sponsors in its entirety without commercial interruption.
The Revolution will not show you pictures of Steve Nicol blowing a plastic horn and leading a charge by Joe Franchino, Rusty Pierce and Jay Heaps to eat crab legs confiscated from an Eastern Market sanctuary.
The Revolution will not be televised.
The Revolution will not be brought to you by the American Broadcasting Company and will not star Lorrie Fair and Eric Wynalda, or Rob Stone and Marcelo Balboa.
The Revolution will not give their fans reason to cheer.
The Revolution will not get rid of their score deficit.
The Revolution will not make Nicol look 5 pounds thinner because
The Revolution will not be televised, brother.
There will be no pictures of you and Shalrie Joseph chasing the ball down the wing on the dead run, or trying to slide a low cross through the penalty area. ABC will not be able to predict the winner at 75:30 or report from the touchlines.
The Revolution will not be televised.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down crosses in an open net.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down crosses in an open net.
There will be no pictures of Jose Cancela being run out of LA on the bus, with a brand-new trophy.
There will be no slow-motion or still-life of Taylor Twellman strolling through Carson in a red, white and blue Championship T-shirt that has been printed for just the proper occasion.
Green Celtics, the Boston Red Sox, and New England Patriots will continue to be so damned relevant, and people will no longer care if Sean Wheelock finally got down with Alexi Lalas on MLS Wrap, because black jerseys will be on the pitch looking for a brighter day.
The Revolution will not be televised.
There will be no highlights on the Boston eleven-o'clock news and no pictures of hairy-armed womanly midfielders and Jack Jewsbury blowing his nose. The theme song will not be written by Lost Prophets or Yellowcard, nor sung by Paulina Rubio, Third Eye Blind, Christina Aguilera, Justin Guarini or Ashlee Simpson.
The Revolution will not be televised.
The Revolution will not be right back after a message about white change jerseys, white touchlines or white people in Boston. You will not have to worry about the dive in your area, a tackle at your legs or the jackass with the yellow shirt. The Revolution will not go better with Sierra Mist. The Revolution will not fight hard and will cry like girls. The Revolution will put DC in the title game.
The Revolution will not be televised,
will not be televised,
will not be televised,
will not be televised,
The Revolution will only be a rerun, brother.
Because DC will UNITE.
(That took me a while, but I figured it was appropriate for the forthcoming game...complete with new av.)
You will not be able to phone in, drag on and drop out.
You will not be able to lose this game at home and skip out for beer with the Barras because
The Revolution will not be televised.
The Revolution will not be televised,
The Revolution will not be brought to you by MLS sponsors in its entirety without commercial interruption.
The Revolution will not show you pictures of Steve Nicol blowing a plastic horn and leading a charge by Joe Franchino, Rusty Pierce and Jay Heaps to eat crab legs confiscated from an Eastern Market sanctuary.
The Revolution will not be televised.
The Revolution will not be brought to you by the American Broadcasting Company and will not star Lorrie Fair and Eric Wynalda, or Rob Stone and Marcelo Balboa.
The Revolution will not give their fans reason to cheer.
The Revolution will not get rid of their score deficit.
The Revolution will not make Nicol look 5 pounds thinner because
The Revolution will not be televised, brother.
There will be no pictures of you and Shalrie Joseph chasing the ball down the wing on the dead run, or trying to slide a low cross through the penalty area. ABC will not be able to predict the winner at 75:30 or report from the touchlines.
The Revolution will not be televised.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down crosses in an open net.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down crosses in an open net.
There will be no pictures of Jose Cancela being run out of LA on the bus, with a brand-new trophy.
There will be no slow-motion or still-life of Taylor Twellman strolling through Carson in a red, white and blue Championship T-shirt that has been printed for just the proper occasion.
Green Celtics, the Boston Red Sox, and New England Patriots will continue to be so damned relevant, and people will no longer care if Sean Wheelock finally got down with Alexi Lalas on MLS Wrap, because black jerseys will be on the pitch looking for a brighter day.
The Revolution will not be televised.
There will be no highlights on the Boston eleven-o'clock news and no pictures of hairy-armed womanly midfielders and Jack Jewsbury blowing his nose. The theme song will not be written by Lost Prophets or Yellowcard, nor sung by Paulina Rubio, Third Eye Blind, Christina Aguilera, Justin Guarini or Ashlee Simpson.
The Revolution will not be televised.
The Revolution will not be right back after a message about white change jerseys, white touchlines or white people in Boston. You will not have to worry about the dive in your area, a tackle at your legs or the jackass with the yellow shirt. The Revolution will not go better with Sierra Mist. The Revolution will not fight hard and will cry like girls. The Revolution will put DC in the title game.
The Revolution will not be televised,
will not be televised,
will not be televised,
will not be televised,
The Revolution will only be a rerun, brother.
Because DC will UNITE.
(That took me a while, but I figured it was appropriate for the forthcoming game...complete with new av.)