The world is a strange and beautiful place today. Winning the 2004 World Series was surreal and beyond belief. It really ranks right up there with the better moments of my life. This one was sweet because all year this team looked like the best team in baseball and they still won it. I feel a little more relieved this year than I did in 2004 because back then I didn't even know how to deal with it. I'm having a tough time gathering the words to properly put into perspective my mood on the subject. Fortunately, there are those who are not quite as tongue-tied.
The Boston Globe has asked elated Red Sox fans to post their poems and songs about the Sox on the Globe's website. And remarkably, some people are doing it and the results are predictably absurd:
He carried an urn
filled with infield grass
forged from melted spikes
hammered by southpaws yielding black fungos
He roamed, but unlike Romanian Gypsies or Jews
more migratory, a lone fowl
urged by the changing seasons
of waiver options
who came to perch on the chalk line
two hundred and twelve feet from Pesky’s pole
ninety feet from home
Replaced, but never last
first on base and first at bat
no photo op pin-up, proto lead off hitter
those aren’t boos you are hearing
"Youk! Youk! Youk!
There may not be tomes written about the 2007 Red Sox like the '04 team spawned, and the victory may not make death more peaceful, but some people are clearly moved.