Requiescat in Pace, Red Sox

by Stephen Jones

Wha’happened, Red Sox Nation?
Cleveland was more resilient,
That’s what — and even with
A banged-up rotation.

So, no late-inning magic —
No Big Papi and his swinging stick.
In fact, the Boston bats mostly were
A disappearing act.

Funny, how it goes —
how the regular season crescendo
Can go out the postseason window,
When one team’s hot
And the other is not.

 


Published in Boston Red Sox, Cleveland Indians, Free Verse, The Game Itself | Link to this poem | 1 Comment

Requiescat in Pace, Red Sox: 1 Comment

  1. Jay Kenny wrote,

    Bye Bye Big Papi, Hello Francisco Lindor!

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