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And In Conclusion
by Edmund Conti
Yale won the Frozen Four so the Sox can win the series.
That, says my wife, is a non sequitur.
Well, if she doesn’t like my theories
Then I say the hequitur.
Big Papi’s Bomb
by Hart Seely
Though Boston can be dark and gritty,
In one man’s eyes, she’s always pretty.
He should lead some p.r. committee.
Big Papi loves that fuckin’ city.
He’s always showing style and grace,
Puts smiles upon each cherub’s face,
And pessimism? There’s not a trace.
Big Papi loves that fuckin’ place.
Though sometimes, evil runs amok,
And Boston’s team seems out of luck,
One voice shall rise above the muck.
‘Cause Papi gives a fuckin’ fuck!
This poem was first posted on Hart’s website, It Is High, It Is Far, It Is … caught.
I Root For Boston – April 15, 2013
by Stephen Jones
What a sport, where marathoners run
for the sake of running, where fans and
well-wishers stand and wait for hours
and cheer – often without regard for favorites.
Then the unspeakable happened in Boston,
and even more sacrifice and heart unfurled –
this time in the midst of devastation and
tragedy. I watched in disbelief, staring at
the unblinking television, at the play-by-play
news coverage and thought: “They run for joy,
with unbent spirit. Now they run to each other.
No teams – just pure, shared, giving humanity.”
I am a Yankee fan – have been since a child –
but on April 15, 2013, I rooted for Boston.
The Eve of Destruction, Yankee-Style
by Hart Seely
The AL East, it is exploding,
Tampa flarin’, Toronto loadin.’
Your stopper is so old, his slider’s floatin’
You don’t believe in waste, yet Vernon Wells you’re totin,’
And even the Captain’s ankle still aint stopped bloatin’…
But you tell me…
Over and over and over again, my friend
We’re not totally whacked…
By A-Rod’s pact…
Of Destruction.
Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say?
Can’t you see the lineup starring Lyle Overbay?
If Robbie tweaks a hammy, there’ll be no one to play,
We’ll have run out of tricks, we’ll be using Jason Nix
Take a look around ya, pal!
It’s bound to scare ya, Hal!
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
We’re not in the grip…
Of A-Rod’s hip
Reconstruction.
Yeah, my blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’
I’m sitting here, still Michael Pineda-waitin,’
I’m lookin’ at this team, I see no domination.
Damn Youkilis at third, there is no explanation!
And David Phelps alone can’t save our rotation
When even the Scranton roster is disintegratin’
This whole Cashman death wish thing is just too frustratin!’
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
We’re not under the wheel
Of A-Rod’s deal…
Of de-struk-shuuuuuuun.