'98 Yanks bounce back, take Game Two over '51 Bombers

Torre's team rips Sain (and three of rain)
Pauly's grand slam leads 13-7 rout
Irabu bedazzles!
Series tied 1-1!
Next up: Allie Reynolds v. Dave Wells
SUPERCHIEF v BOOMER

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

We Band Of Brothers


A reworking of this hopefully with better results. And just think, tomorrow Jesus is one of the band
This day shall be the feast upon Boston.
He that outlives these innings, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is warbl'd,
And rouse him at the name of Red Socks
He that shall live this day, and advance to First Place,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'Tonight is the night we devour’d Francona's band.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had at Fenway
Old men forget (they mostly play for us); yet all shall be forgot,
But Sterling will remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in John’s mouth as household warblings-
Mariano the King, Jeter and Swish,
Curtis and Tex, Nuni and Cano-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Beckett and Boston shall ne'er go by us,
From this day to the Series of the World,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds Socks blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in Tampa now-a-bed (this means you, Damaso)
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us in John Henry's house.

2 comments:

The Colonel said...

Inspirational. Where do I sign up?

The Brother From Another Planet said...

Hughes was a pretty vile brother