Twas the night before Opening Day
April in Beantown
Bleacher creatures lined up
For tickets on Lansdowne
The rest of the fans
Were snug in their beds
While visions of pennants
Waved in their heads
From Ft.
Myers to Boston
Came the gear in the trucks
And hopes for October
With a parade aboard ducks
The battle will be fierce
With the Yankees & Rays
The Orioles improved
Perhaps too the Blue Jays
New owners took over
In two-thousand and two
And helped erase
Eighty-six year’s taboo
Goodbye to the curse
Of the Bambino
A new era with Henry
Werner, Lucchino
A boy wonder GM
The pride of Brookline
Monkey business aside
Theo’s done fine
Diehards felt like they’d died
And gone to baseball heaven
Not just O-Four
But another ring in O-Seven
The fans are all hoping
The Sox can do it again
Win the World Series
In Two-Thousand-Ten
A historic franchise
Look no further for proof
Than the Hall of Fame numbers
On the right field roof
With the addition of Lackey
The rotation looks richer
There’s always room for another
Number one pitcher
DelCarmen, Ramirez
Okijima and Bard
Will be called on to keep
The ball in the yard
If the starters and bullpen
Make good on their chances
All will rejoice come autumn
As Paplebon dances
Can Dice-K return
To an 18-win season?
If the Sox win it all
That could be the reason
Can Wake set more records?
If his body is able?
Will the knuckleball dance?
Will it fall off the table?
Lester’s the man
Or is Beckett the ace?
Both All-Stars can catapult
The Sox to first place
Young gun Clay Bucholz
He’s part of the equation
Another great arm
In the deep Sox rotation
Will the offense measure up?
Can Cameron pick up the slack?
With JBay now gone
Who will lead the attack?
Leading off is Jacoby
He set the record for steals
With a slick glove in left
And a sweet set of wheels
The second baseman Pedroia
Is one the fans love
Rookie of the Year, MVP
Don’t forget the Gold Glove
At first and at third
Youk flashes the leather
An All-Star bat in the lineup
Each year he gets better
Lowell is back
The trade didn’t get done
The doctor said something
Is wrong with Mike’s thumb
His teammates are happy
The World Series star will return
Proving the front office wrong
Should make 25’s fire burn
Signed from Seattle
Another new face
Adrian Beltre
Will start at third base
Newcomer Marco
Takes over in the middle
Can Scutaro solve
The Sox’ shortstop riddle?
A trade with the Indians
Last year for the stretch
Delivered us VMart
To bat third and catch
JD Drew batted eighth
Amazing as that seems
He would hit third or fourth
On most other teams
Coming off the bench
Hermida, Lowrie & Hall
To fill the void
Should a starter fall
Last but not least
The captain is back
Varitek will keep
The pitchers on track
It’s Tito Francona
At the helm of the ship
Guiding a course
For another playoff trip
The fans without tickets
Rely on radio and TV
Who’s better in high def
Than Heidi Watney?
Orsillo’s play-by-play
Remy adds spice
Back in the studio
The Eck & Jim Rice
Over the airwaves we listen
To the familiar tone
Of the voices of Dave O’Brien
And Joe Castiglione
Traffic jams Kenmore Square
Some fans take the trolley
Young children are thrilled
To meet the mascot named Wally
From New Hampshire & Connecticut
Rhode Island, Maine & Mass
Fans from all of New England
Surround Fenway’s green grass
The Rooters are many
As they loudly fill the stands
Exhorting the players
Of their season’s demands
Take off the tarp
Pour the first beer
Dust of home plate
Time to start a new year
The bunting is hung
Around the box seats with care
The atmosphere is intense
Like Papelbon’s stare
The Dropkick Murphy’s play
Guitars and bagpipes
As the home team gets ready
To battle pinstripes
Air Force jets fly over
A giant flag drops from the wall
Pesky throws out the first pitch
The ump cries, “Play ball!”
“Getcha hot dogs here!
Getcha Fenway Franks”
A new season begins
Bring on the Yanks!
