I’m not a real baseball fan, but my cousin-in-law Benjamin Lloyd is. Here’s his poem about the epic Red Sox victory:
Ode to the Red Sox Nation: October 21st, 2004
The Red Sox and Yankees collided
The ALCS to be decided
The fans were on fire
But predictions were dire
When Schilling was spanked and raw-hided.
In Boston they picked up their fight
There was a massacre Saturday night
Arroyo was chased
The offense was spaced
The Red Sox were done, but not quite:
Three outs away from the hearse
And a triumph again for the Curse
Roberts stole second
Home plate beckoned
And Bill Mueller made the Curse disperse.
So cold it felt like a freeze
The faithful in prayer saying: Please
God answered the call
By sending a ball
Over the wall from the bat of Ortiz.
On to game five we careened
Hoping we wouldn’t get reamed
This game never ended
And our guts were offended
By the hours of tension we’d seen.
What is it that makes a man super?
Good looks like Mancini or Cooper?
No — a hero is when
You do it again
Like Oritz did with the game winning blooper.
So back into hell we did go
With the Empire State all aglow
Our hope was all spilling
Into the hands of Curt Schilling
Who’s tendons were part yes and part no.
Curt fired off a game for the ages
Cutting down Yankees in stages
And Bellhorn came back
With a fourth inning jack
But Schilling redefined courageous.
In history it’d never been done
Win a series down three games to none
But D Lowe came through
And Damon came too
And the Bambino is still on the run.
Has the Curse finally been defeated?
Will 1918 be repeated?
All I can say
On this glorious day
Is the Sox are victorious
Exaltus in glorious!
And Steinbrenner’s team
I guess they can dream
And suck on my expletive deleted.
— Benjamin Lloyd