Kiko Calero

His, name, is Kiko, Kiko Calero...
He is a pitcher,
no way a belly itcher....

(sung to the tune of Copacabana)

I'm sorry.

Kiko, I seemingly have you every year. Every year you put up great numbers, except for the week or so in which you are on my roster. Now you've struck again! I pick you up to replace Huston Street as closer (figuring that Justin Duchwhatever has an eighty year old's hip), and what do you do? You blow a one out save in the top of the ninth to the Goddamned seven, eight, and nine hitters for the Kansas City Royals!

KHAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!