Game 70
Wednesday night saved the series from the trash bin,
terminating a rocky two-game tailspin
that constantly felt like a kick in the shin.
Though I root for the Sox through thick and through thin,
it is time for the team to lift up its chin,
to get back in the fight, develop thick skin,
inspire some cheers to replace the dull din,
and come back from the dead (like good ole Huck Finn.)
If we don’t pitch like Pedro, field like Fred Lynn,
or hit like Ted Williams, it is not a sin.
Just show we’re contenders (or something akin.)
It’s Friday at Fenway. The Yankees come in.
There’s no better time for this change to begin.
Gaining games on these goons would give me a grin.
Defend our home field from our rivals. And win.