Ode to the Game on September 6, 2005
It went four hundred fifty seven feet,
And gave the Sox a win of three to two,
Tim Wakefield pitched a game that was complete,
Which left the team with nothing else to do,
Big Papi was the story of the game,
Rewarded with a plaque of humble wood,
An icon that will sanctify his name,
And states that he is better than just good.
The best clutch hitter ever on this team,
To clutch at bats what Miles was to jazz,
He’s settled all debate upon this theme,
By finally surpassing even Yaz.
If one at bat would save the whole of Earth,
Jose will take Ortiz, for what it’s worth.
I especially love that image at the end of Ortiz saving the world with one swing of the bat.
Jose's post also contains an intriguing suggestion: "Frankly, someone should write an epic poem about this team. They could call it the Red Soxiad or something, and then trainer Chang Lee could translate it in to Japanese."
Sounds intriguing. Anyone else up for it?