"When the winds of November come early..."

From IIH commenter, HoraceClarke66

(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