In honor of Edmundo Rodriguez being named the Worst. Metro. Ever., we re-print The Ballad of Edsucko, first published on this website in 1997, when memories of the horror he inflicted were still fresh.

The sky was blue, the grass was green,
The sun was shining bright.
The MetroStars were wearing black,
The enemy wore white.

Rubencho, Mickey, Baba, Knowles,
Firmani on the side.
But could a rare Metro win
Protect the coach's hide?

They forward pressed and tried so hard
To score on other net.
But to defend they all forgot,
Meola to protect.

One - nothing, now the scoreboard read,
But all was not yet lost.
The equalizer we must get
At almost any cost.

And number eight walked on the field,
The fans cried out in joy.
If any player could have scored,
It was the golden boy.

Oh my Edsucko, you're so big,
So powerful, so tall!
And no one in the world can match
What you do with the ball!

We watch you run, we watch you trip,
We watch you shoot and dive.
Oh my Edsucko, you're so great,
The best player alive!

But it was not to be the day,
The final whistle rang.
One - nothing, still the scoreboard read,
Edsucko's song was sang.

And Stillitano, mean old hag,
Cut our superman.
And from the city to the burbs
Cried every Metro fan.

In Kansas City he now plays,
Each game for him -- a war.
And Wizard fans cry out in joy,
Like Metro fans before.