*On my blog, I'm doing a section called Weekly Poems on the great team, and they're poems about the Sox obviously, and there'll be new ones every week.
Leaving Pedro In
No matter what you do, No matter what you say, No matter how you live your life, God loves you anyway. He's merciful to everyone, No matter what the sin, Except to Grady Little For leaving Pedro in.
-written immediately following the Red Sox loss to the Yankees in the final game of the 2003 American League playoffs. |
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Goodbye Curse
"Who's your Daddy?" screamed the fans
At the red-socked also rans.
Three to zip, one more to go,
So long Pedro and D. Lowe.
As Kerry flipped and "W" flopped,
A-Rod raised his hand and chopped.
Damon ripped and Papi popped,
Shill shellacked and we believed,
Embree closed and Gotham grieved.
Moon eclipses overhead,
St. Louis sky is Boston red.
Last out is made, celebration,
All is right with Red Sox Nation.
Pesky, Bucky, Buckner, Boone;
These words no longer fit the tune.
Goodbye curse, goodnight moon.
-written immediately following the final game of the 2004 World Series.