The BoSox Season

It is that time of the year again

Right after the Super Bowl ends

The land is frozen, the winds chilling.

Basketball reigns supreme, but not for long.

A strong scent fills the air.

The smell of fresh grass

New dirt

Hot dogs

The sound of crowds

The crack of wood

The screams of fans

Baseball is in the air!

Fenway Park waits to be opened

to the 30,000 people who frequent it.

The Red Sox train hard.

We say to ourselves

“Maybe this year…”

Always maybe

The delicate balance between

love and hate of the home team

begins to plague the Fenway Faithful

A strong start

Jerry Remy on the mic.

Pedro, Nomar, and the rest of the team

play America’s pastime

amidst skepticism about injuries

and of course the “curse.”

But the Sox are two games up in first,

and we say “This is the year!”

A slow finish

puts the Sox two games out of first

behind the Yankees,

and out of the post season.

And as the dust settles

on the age old rivalry

and the Patriots storm Gillete once again.

The air becomes stale and chilled

the wind seems to whisper

“Maybe next year…”