A little poem called "Fox's World Series Coverage Makes Me Want to Puke"

Now I sit me down to watch
another World Series game on Fox
This one's in Houston, but you know
you always get the same ol' show

So many graphics on TV,
you'll never even see strike three
No, you can't just sit and look
They'd rather you read an on-screen book

So they cover the infield with a box
that shows who's on base for the Sox
and then six replays of where that first pitch broke
or how Brad Lidge the last time choked

The World Series-- ain't it classic?
But we could live without the graphics
Also, not to scream or shout
But Buck and McCarver, we could do without

I'm tired of hearing them speak in awe
every time Joe Crede snags a ball
Hey Tim and Joe, give us all a break
and go ahead and ask him for a date

But I'm afraid we're out of luck
and with Buck and McCarver we're forever stuck
Yet although I may look antique
I miss Gowdy and Tony and "Game of the Week"
Frankly, even Costas and his blather
was better than this Fox disaster

So thanks for "The Simpsons" and "24"
But as for the World Series, please, no more
MLB, oh hear our plea
Give the Series back to NBC!