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Poem 12 of the ProCrasstheNation Poemvember Poetry Project, comes from the Notorious M.E.G.
These sports poems are more difficult, but I think I found a way through on this one.
You don’t know what you got ’til you lose it.
Here’s to long suffering losers.
“The Cathedral of Boston “ © C.P. Hickey 2017
“The Sox actually winning the World Series..”
Holy Methuselah!
Long suffering losers.
Red Sox fans are we.
A great Green Wall,
A missed ground ball.
86 years of defeat.
Big Red Machines.
New York Yankees.
Something about “Ruth’s Curse”.
There was no refraining,
from constant complaining,
about, which fan base had it worse.
Bucky Dent’s shot.
Buckner’s legs, in a knot.
Teddy Ballgame’s icy stare.
Our maudlin identity,
forged sans indemnity,
made us collectively, tougher to bear.
In 2004, the damn burst forth,
long suffering dissolved with a sweep.
Red Sox fans became winners,
but lost the distinction,
of owning the agony of defeat.
Years of frustration.
Baseball gods dispensation.
World Series Champs, times three.
Some liked it more,
of this, I’m sure,
when losing long term was our thing.
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