World Series Game One Poem

One down, three to go. Last night’s game was a comedy of errors and walks. With a different result though, it could have been a tragedy. But in that cartoon night of Wakefield walks and other Mannyisms, other superheroes came through.

Game One Superheroes

The ball is rocketing through deep
space like the Silver Surfer, slashing
through the radiation field
of errors, outs, and walks, then crashing
through the anti-foul defense
enveloping the eminence
of right field’s well-known Pesky Pole—
the Nation has been saved again
by Bellhorn’s resonating blast.
Yet still we need our citizen
and real authentic Foulke hero
to gather in our afterglow.

Our Mantra: one game at a time, one game at a time, one game at a time. Go Schill!

Update: see my complete Red Sox ALCS/World Series chapblog here.