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Boston Red Sox Announcer Jerry Remy Sings a Little Song (Video)

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Has Jerry Remy across as a little…I don’t know…suicidal lately?

Not only have I heard him tell Don Orsillo that he doesn’t allow anybody in his house – including his family – but Remy also answered some kid’s question during the telecast one night that made me go, “Whoa, is Jerry in a dark place?”

I’m paraphrasing, but the question was something like, “Jerry, what is your favorite thing about Don?”

And Jerry’s answer was something like, “Well Dawny, it’s your ability to find happiness in everything. I don’t have that ability, and I envy it.”

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Someone hasn’t been taking his pills.

And then, during the Red Sox 10-1 stomping of the White Sox on Wednesday night, they did a cutaway to Jerry singing the Beatles’ “Help” to nobody in particular while Fenway starts filling up before a game (see video).

John Lennon told Playboy after that song came out that the reason he wrote it was because “I was fat and depressed and I was crying out for help.”

Right…

To make matters worse, Jerry’s rendition was decidedly weirder.

Check out these lyrics:

When I was younger so much younger than today
I never need anybody’s love in any way
But those days are gone and life’s so very short
And in my mind I changed my mind to open up the door

He changes the word “Help” to “love” and “I’m not so self assured” to “life’s so very short.”

I’m not a psychiatrist in any sense of the word, but Jerry looks like he’s a little run down and might need a few days off to get his head on straight. Come on man, life is plenty long enough, plus what about your family? What would Don do without you?

Hell, what would I  do without you?

Most importantly, what would Wally do without you?

Think about it, Remy. You weren’t a bad ballplayer. You’ve even got a restaurant now. You’re President of Red Sox Nation.

Then again, it could be worse. At least he’s not singing “Maxwell’s Silver Hammer” or something equally as twisted.

Maybe I’m just reading too much into this. Maybe Remy is a happy-go-lucky guy who just comes across as sullen and confused about his life. Hm. Well, try another Beatles song, Jer.

Something a little more cheery perhaps?

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