We let them off the hook: The Poem

Next year, when this is over,

And it's time to score my book,

When everything is known to all,

Time's scenic overlook...

I pray it doesn't matter then,

The toll that last night took.

We had them where we wanted them,

Then let them off the hook.

Don't brag about the AL East,

Or how their starters shook.

Don't laugh 'bout Carl Crawford,

Or the pennant that we took.

My eyes still see that fourteenth frame,

Scott Proctor's desperate look.

We had them where we wanted them,

Then let them off the hook.

So now we go to Tampa Bay,

Three games to overlook,

We'll sit down every veteran,

And send out every rook.

Well, spare me all your giddiness,

Your hopeful gobbledygook.

We had them where we wanted them,

Then let them off the hook.