A winter of hope! Free agents were signed
The newspapers read, “Best Team Ever!”
Add Gonzo and Crawford, Wheeler and Jenks
Could the Red Sox be beat this year? Never!
To the World Series we were sure to head
It was all done except for the playing
Our hopes were as high as the Red Sox payroll
Next time we’ll know better, I’m just saying.
At spring training the players finally gathered
Familiar faces and some that were odd
When the owners stepped into the clubhouse
All of the players stood to applaud.
In April the Sox opened in Arlington, Texas
But those Rangers took some gleam away
The 0 and 6 start was just a fluke
They just needed to get back to Fenway.
Opening day in the old Boston town
Is as festive as a holiday letter
A fan held a sign that read, “156 and 6”
We knew it would only get better.
The rainiest season in MLB history
Rain delays throughout the whole year
Don’t cancel the game, the owners demanded
More time for the fans to buy beer.
For Dustin Pedroia we worried and hoped
Could the pin in his foot take a lickin’
Yet even when hurting he found a way
To be our “Muddy Chicken”.
Pedey, you make us laugh, you give us hope
You play so hard every day
Your home in this city is here in our hearts
From Boston you must never stray.
Who doubted Jacoby? Do you still say he’s soft?
Last year’s fractured ribs made you a naysayer
With speed and great power, an inside-the-parker
No question, our Most Valuable Player.
At the start of the year when the team let us down
Jed Lowrie answered the call
Until Crawford smashed into Jed’s shoulder
Jed was hitting the cover off the ball.
Carl Crawford came to collect a big check
To steal a few bases for us all
The problem, you see, as he buckled his knees
Is he can’t steal a base if he can’t hit the ball.
Carl, you said you were sorry to Red Sox Nation
For your first year as sour as a lime
Some words of wisdom, man, get your head straight
In this city, seven years is a long time.
Gonzo, for half the year you sure did impress
But our hearts crumbled and finally broke
When the curse of the damn Home Run Derby
Took away your opposite field stroke.
J.D. (With) Drew, where did you go?
We needed you in right field
You stopped by in September but too little, too late
From your job you were too happy to yield.
Welcome to “The Show”, Josh Reddick
Up from Pawtucket you did climb
You did your best and opened some eyes
You worked hard and now it’s your time.
Marco Scutaro, our shortstop solution
You seem to come through in the clutch
You always play hard and do your best
And for that we thank you so much.
We love to call your name out, “Youk!”
You are like the guy next door
But moving back to play third base
Tore you up and made you sore.
Big Papi came back and had a great year
Of that we cannot deny
But was he playing for the good of the team
When he complained about a lost RBI?
The catcher we call, “Salty”
Some feared he would be a leper
But under Varitek’s tutelage
Salty was as hot as a pepper.
Beckett bounced back from a terrible year
At times he looked like our ace
But then we learned of the beer and fried chicken
And he ended the year in disgrace.
Lester promised to pitch 200 innings
But complained when the strike zone was small
His frustration grew and could not be hidden
Jon, you need to relax when you don’t get the call.
Tim Wakefield reached one of his goals
But his 200 wins could have been 210
If only the batters could have scored more runs and
A little help would have been nice from the bullpen.
Clay Buchholtz’s season barely began
When stress fractures laid him down to the mat
Get well and come back next year in good shape
Without you, Clay, the rotation is flat.
Lackey, our hearts broke when you said your life sucks
Such problems touch all, poor or richer
But perhaps the biggest problem you have to face
Is that you really suck as a pitcher.
The bullpen had its ups and downs
Aceves was this year’s surprise
Albers was great for half the year
Bard and Papelbon had lows and highs.
You’ve earned your big time contract, Pap
And soon you can pay the rent
Whatever the Sox have to pay to keep you
You deserve every single last cent.
The Rays snuck into the wild card race
Swinging bats as sweet as honey
“Dear Carl”, the Rays said, after they put the Sox to bed
“We don’t miss you. Have fun with your money.”
420 million spent for these free agents in one year:
Crawford, Wheeler, Drew, and Lackey,
Jenks, Cameron, and Matsuzaka.
Picking up your checks, don’t you feel a bit tacky?
Theo wasted John Henry’s money
On free agents we cannot abide
The rumors are true that you’re off to the Cubs
John Henry will give you a ride.
A sad ending for Terry Francona
He took the hit for the team
For his boys he always covered
Why did they act so mean?
What happened in September
To our World Series-bound Red Sox?
Some lost their heart and proved to be
A bunch of dumb-ass jocks.
A September collapse of epic proportions
Some players took an early vacation
Their chemistry problems and bad behavior
Brought heartbreak to Red Sox Nation.
A long winter before us, what will we do?
October to March with no Sox in sight
Go Patriots! Go Bruins! Get back to work, Celtics!
We need teams that can put up a fight.