Happy Robbie Burns Day
In honour of Robbie Burns day, a day to celebrate Scotland’s most beloved poet, we bring you the names of Major League Baseball’s 8 Scotland-born players, and a special treat.
They are:
Bobby Thomson -The “Staten Island Scot” was born in Glasgow.
You may or may not believe it, but Scotland has its own National Baseball Team. Yes, it’s true. And now, your special treat.
If that doesn’t do it for you then maybe you would like to know that in honour of Robbie Burns Day, Van Halen has decided to reunite with lead singer David Lee Roth and begin touring in May!!!!!!!!!!!!
In the words of Burns:
SOME hae meat, and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it ;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit.
Interesting article. I would have guessed that there were more from the Clan Na Gailiea in the Major Leaguers. Esp 19th C players. Bobby Thomson is by far the best of this group.
OH Happy Burns day to all my fellow Scot’s!
Tae A Fart
Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie
Lurks in yer belly efter the feastie
As ye sit doon amongst yer kin
There sterts tae stir an enormous win’
The neeps an’ tatties an’ mushy peas
Stert workin’ like a gentle breeze
But soon the puddin’ wi’ the sonsie face
Will have ye blawin’ a’ ower the place.
Nae matter whit the hell ye dae
A’body’s gonnae hae tae pay
Even if ye try tae stifle
It’s like a bullet oot o’ a rifle
Haud yer bum tight tae the chair
Tae try an’ stop the leakin’ air
Shift yersel fae cheek tae cheek
Pray tae God it disnae reek.
But aw yer efforts gan asunder
Oot it comes like a clap o’ thunder
Ricochets aroon’ the room
Michty me! A sonic boom
God Almichty, it fairly reeks!
Hope I huvnae s**t ma breeks!
Tae the bog ah’d better scurry,
Ach, whit the hell, it’s no ma worry.
A’body roon aboot me chokin’
Yin or twa were nearly boakin’
I’ll feel better for a while
Cannae help but raise a smile.
Wis him! I shout with accusin’ glower,
Alas! Too late! He’s just keeled ower
Ye dirty bugger, they shout and stare
A didnae feel welcome ony mair
Where e’r ye be let yer wind gan free
Sounds like just the job for me
Whit a fuss at Rabbie’s party
Ower the sake o’ one wee farty.