Last night, Red Sox Nation witnessed its biggest victory since 1918, when my 86-year old mother, to put this in some perspective, was 6-months old. Unbelievable! But, believe!
Game Seven Song of CelebrationBut it really ain’t over until four more wins and a World Series championship. Keep your eyes on the prize.
Even the leaves are sweet on life
this cool October holiday,
commemorating boys of summer
and comeback sunshine s’il vous plait.
Swing Lowe sweet chariot of time
and let this newfound Damon climb
aboard to rid the earth of curses.
No winter plays its shadow jazz—
Beach Boys sing “Wouldn’t It Be Nice”
while waves the size of Hatteras
crash with Bellhorn-Ortiz muscle.
And diamond zephyrs rush and hustle.
Update: see my complete Red Sox ALCS/World Series chapblog here.
6 comments:
I figured you would be ecstatic. :-) Congratulations. I think just about everybody outside of New York was rooting for the Sox, especially as their chances got more and more slim. Leave it to the Sox to make it the most excruciating victory in recent memory. If that blasted curse was ever going to be broken, there was no way it was going to be done without great drama.
Thanks Dr.J True, the Sox would never make it easy. But we still have the big enchilada to go get.
yeah!!!!!!!!!
Hey, that's great! It just occurred to me that I hadn't heard the outcome, so I knew I could come here to find out. Obviously I'm not much of a sports fan, but all the bloggers who are seem to root for the Sox, so I'm happy. Plus, I must admit to a bit of fascination/identification with poetic failures . . .
Oops, I meant "poetic losers," not "failures." NOT the same thing!
yeah!!! is right
Yup. Poetic losers sometimes win.
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