By Stu Shea


The Red Sox game was thrilling,

A feast of pitching filling,

But the A’s hit lots of balls quite hard off Curt.

Some big plays saved his bacon,

And the plans that he was makin’

Fell to pieces as he got his just dessert.

Shannon Stewart foiled the no-no,

But Curt Schilling still won 1-0,

So he has to feel okay despite the shock.

And while he may feel abashed,

With his hist’ry-making dashed,

At least he didn’t bleed right through his sock.

In reference to Curt Schilling’s June 7 one-hitter.

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