I penned a solemn tribute to our favorite team of destiny.
(With apologies to Gordon Lightfoot, and "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald")
“The Wreck of the Boston Red Sox”
The legend lives on From the Bambino on down Of the team that folds like a patsy The Fens it said Always throws up its dead When the winds of November come early
The Sox were the pride Of the MLB side With a team that was certain to win it A roster so sweet That they let the boys cheat And said scarcely a word ag’in it
They had Sale on the mound And Price who would pound Any old man who dared to offend him And Porcello who You knew would come through And too many others to mention
The outfield was young Their praises were sung Above all the Babe Benintendi They did a cute dance And around they would prance When the team it won so bigly
They were handed the East Which was the least MLB could do for their story Then they’d run through the Stros And the bows and arrows And go straight to the Series and glory
But Nuni’s knee gave Then their main Sale caved And the Olde Towne Team was hurtin’ Then Pomeranz fell And Kimbrel went to hell And another big choke it was lurkin’
Does any man know Where the love of God goes When the hits turn the innings to hours? Altuve went yard And Springer hit hard And Beltran finished with power
They Sox they were smote It was all that she wrote And they tossed their poor skipper over And all that remains Are the faces and the names Of their fans now sullen and sober
The Tribe and the Cubs Have both have had their flubs And even the Yankees have blown some But nobody chokes Like those Boston folks The all-time major-league krum-bum
In a musty old park In the Boston dark They mourn their Sox as ever The church bell chimed And it rang twenty-five times For each man on the greatest team ever
The legend lives on From the Bambino on down Of the team that folds like a patsy The Fens it said Always throws up its dead When the winds of November come early
I really want the world to know about this great man who brought back happiness into my life again after my husband left me and the kids 3 years ago for another women online when i contacted Dr Believe he cast a love spell for me within 48 hours my ex husband start calling me and begging for forgiveness for everything that have happened between us. I was so happy to have my family back together with love again here is the email of Dr Believe via believelovespelltemple@gmail.com a man with the great powers you can also call him or add him on Whats-app: +2348156148821 God bless you I am very grateful for your help in my marriage.
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ReplyDeleteDoes this also mean Benintendi isn't going to the HOF this year?
Oh, boo hoo hoo.
How many ROY votes will Babe Benintendi receive? I'll bet it isn't zero!
ReplyDeleteI penned a solemn tribute to our favorite team of destiny.
ReplyDelete(With apologies to Gordon Lightfoot, and "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald")
“The Wreck of the Boston Red Sox”
The legend lives on
From the Bambino on down
Of the team that folds like a patsy
The Fens it said
Always throws up its dead
When the winds of November come early
The Sox were the pride
Of the MLB side
With a team that was certain to win it
A roster so sweet
That they let the boys cheat
And said scarcely a word ag’in it
They had Sale on the mound
And Price who would pound
Any old man who dared to offend him
And Porcello who
You knew would come through
And too many others to mention
The outfield was young
Their praises were sung
Above all the Babe Benintendi
They did a cute dance
And around they would prance
When the team it won so bigly
They were handed the East
Which was the least
MLB could do for their story
Then they’d run through the Stros
And the bows and arrows
And go straight to the Series and glory
But Nuni’s knee gave
Then their main Sale caved
And the Olde Towne Team was hurtin’
Then Pomeranz fell
And Kimbrel went to hell
And another big choke it was lurkin’
Does any man know
Where the love of God goes
When the hits turn the innings to hours?
Altuve went yard
And Springer hit hard
And Beltran finished with power
They Sox they were smote
It was all that she wrote
And they tossed their poor skipper over
And all that remains
Are the faces and the names
Of their fans now sullen and sober
The Tribe and the Cubs
Have both have had their flubs
And even the Yankees have blown some
But nobody chokes
Like those Boston folks
The all-time major-league krum-bum
In a musty old park
In the Boston dark
They mourn their Sox as ever
The church bell chimed
And it rang twenty-five times
For each man on the greatest team ever
The legend lives on
From the Bambino on down
Of the team that folds like a patsy
The Fens it said
Always throws up its dead
When the winds of November come early
LBJ, he'll still get in this year. It just won't be unanimous.
ReplyDeleteHa ha!
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ReplyDeleteI really want the world to know about this great man who brought back happiness into my life again after my husband left me and the kids 3 years ago for another women online when i contacted Dr Believe he cast a love spell for me within 48 hours my ex husband start calling me and begging for forgiveness for everything that have happened between us. I was so happy to have my family back together with love again here is the email of Dr Believe via believelovespelltemple@gmail.com a man with the great powers you can also call him or add him on Whats-app: +2348156148821
God bless you
I am very grateful for your help in my marriage.