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How
many times can one drop a fly ball
After it hits in his glove?
How many bad plays can an outfielder make
And still have the fans give him love?
And how many times can he take a third strike
And folks say his luck is just tough?
Mike Cameron, my friend, is swingin' at the wind,
Mike Cameron is swingin' at the wind.
How
many times can a man take a swing
At a pitch that is so very high?
Even when there is a runner on third,
One out and the ball game is tied
Yes, 'n' how many strikeouts till management knows
That too many rallies have died?
Mike Cameron, my friend, is swingin' at the wind,
Mike Cameron is swingin' at the wind.
How many teams can play in mid-July
And look like they still have a chance?
And when they return after All-Stars are done
They play like they're strangers from France?
Yes, 'n' how many times can the ownership say
That next year we'll surely advance?
Mike Cameron, my friend, is swingin' at the wind,
Mike Cameron is swingin' at the wind.
September 9, 2004: As the Mets continued to play horribly and the promises of the Spring and early Summer faded into nothingness, one of the acquisitions of the previous winter, Mike Cameron, seemed to personify the plight of the team. He came to New York with a reputation of being the equal of Andruw Jones in the outfield, but somehow managed to drop several routine flies. He also seemed to have very little regard for the strike zone, killing potential rallies all season with both swinging strikeouts and called strikeouts. I'm not implying that Mike Cameron is the only reason for the Mets' demise. It's simply that his performance has echoed that of the team and he fits the song.