Ok, curse has been reversed for a few years now but I love the Venn Diagram that is Boston graffiti artists + Red Sox fans. Since I’m too lazy/busy these days to post a real post (lazy because, meh, who needs a reason…busy because I’m still doing daily NY Magazine posts here), I will re-post a poem I wrote in 2004 about that world champion team. No offense to my Red Sox Rooting Companion, but I kind of have crushes on the entire top half of the 2007 lineup, so perhaps a new poem, a love poem, is in order. Also, please let’s not sign A-Rod next year! Happy World Series, everyone!
I am an expatriate From Red Sox Nation.
Which for 86 years was devoid of elation.
Living in Gotham is not easy you seeâ€™s
For someone who hates the Mets and Yankees.
I still love my hometown and all of its dreams
We are more than bad accents and bakers of beans.
See, we all believed that our land was cursed
Preventing our team from coming in first.
Eighty six long years passed by
Babies were born, old men died.
Never witnessing their home team achieve
The ultimate win we needed to believe
That this curse was nothing more than fiction
That Yankees created to feed their addiction.
To buy up the best, on talent they gorged
Thanks to the madness of King George.
Iâ€™ll start at the start, but letâ€™s not go crazy
The story begins with one Harry Frazee.
He sold off the Babe in Nineteen Eighteen
Making more bad calls than a young Charlie Sheen.
The time in between what was then and whatâ€™s now,
Saw a whole host of moments that made our heads bow.
Enter Bucky Dent, a less than good hitter
His homerun sent our team right down the shitter
He was a hated man in â€˜78
With a bad-word nickname that wasnâ€™t so great.
And I shanâ€™t even dare to bring up Bill Buckner
But the ball â€˜tween his legs really did suckner.
So let us bypass these times of duress
To 2004 and the ALCS
Yanks versus Sox, they were three games to none
The Vegas odds makers said it couldnâ€™t be done.
No way could our phoenix rise from the ash
To win 4 straight games and toss the curse in the trash.
Nay sayers may say whatever they please
But I say that we won â€˜cause of David Ortiz.
Some people quote Pedro and say â€œWhoâ€™s Your Daddy?â€
Sometimes I wish he wasnâ€™t so chatty.
The series with the Cardinals was won in a hurry
Looks like Budweiserâ€™s the only good thing in Missouri.
Maybe youâ€™re not a fan or maybe youâ€™re a Brit
So let me explain some of this just a bit.
Baseball is regional, we are all divided
The way you root for Arsenal or Man United
Analogies flow from me easily, I reckon
And Johnny Damon to me is like your David Beckham.
I love New York City, itâ€™s a wonderful town
What with the Bronx being up and the Battery down
I live in Brooklyn right over the bridge
But in October â€™04 I missed Massachusetts a smidge.
From Cambridge to the Cape to Providence, R.I.
I donâ€™t think Iâ€™ve seen so many grown men cry.
Years of sadness where we were bereaved
And none of them matter because Boston Believes.