Red Sox Hopes
A very long time ago, when the Braves were still in Boston, there was a season when many of us were singing, "Spahn and Sain and pray for rain".
Now, as for the Red Sox:
Except for Lester and Beckett
The pitching belongs in Pawtucket
The bats have gone cold
And Youk suddenly grown old
We're going down like the Nantucket