Ode to the Red Sox

From Damon’s hair to Manny’s flair
From Papi’s smile to Pedro’s guile
From Nixon’s arm to Schilling’s charm
From Mueller’s glove to Veritek’s shove
From Millars’ talk to Bellhorn’s walks
From sinkers by Lowe to Arroyo’s rows
From Keith Foulke’s change to Cabby’s range
From Wakefield’s knucks to Timlin’s guts
No curse, no Babe, no ghosts so eerie
In my lifetime, never thought I’d see the Sox win the Series