Game 45: A Poem

Final Score:

Boston Red Sox 4, Tampa Bay Devil Rays 1

Beckett was awesome
The Rays bats died
Papi was great
With a funny head first slide
Sprayed lots of singles
All over the place
So why the heck
Were there 15 left on base?
Youk’s a gold glover
Lowell is one too
Gonzo can’t hit
What else is new?

Tonight Kazmir is pitching
And the return of Wells
The day we win this one
Is a cold day in Hell

Eric was lazy
He forgot to post
Sucks to be you guys
Cause this poem…is real bad (damnit! GO SOX)