The fan may have been a part of the Dodgers Sym-Phony, a ragtag band that kept up a running commentary on the on-field action with a rotating cast of horns and drums. “Three Blind Mice” was long part of the Sym-Phony’s repertoire, along with “The Hearse Song” (“The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out/ The worms play pinochle in your snout/ They eat your eyes, they eat your nose/ They eat the jelly between your toes”).
“The Brooklyn Sym-Phony used to be the worst for us—they would always play ‘The Three Blind Mice’ when we’d walk out on the field,” Beans Reardon said in a 1949 interview. “And that would eat up a feller like [umpire] Babe Pinelli. I said to the Babe, just ignore ’em, and he did and they stopped after awhile. Fans like you to growl back at ’ em.
What would a modern-day Sym-Phony look like?
- A 19 - 21 year-old playing dubstep on his MacBook Pro when Tim Lincecum pitches
- A jazz orchestra at every Red Sox game following Bobby with their rendition of “My Funny Bobby Valentine”
- A punk band called Anti-Skaggs
- A jam band that just, you know, improvises a bit, during rain delays at Mariners away games
- Jim Leyland sitting in the bullpen and listening to Lyle Lovett records because screw ‘em, that’s why
- A twelve year old girl with a powerfully angelic voice that Vin Scully brought on board, unbeknownst to Dodgers ownership
- Mike Clair, the proprietor of this blog, belting out Morrissey and The Smiths at every Pirates game for the rest of eternity