Instant Camaraderie
The heavy press of history's
intoxicating scent,
enhanced by poignant victories,
is better than I dreamt.
The Monster looms above left field,
the Bud Deck over right-
both witnesses to firm belief
and neverending pride.
Elation spreads like wildfire
as people take their seats,
when over home the first pitch flies
with monumental speed.
No fan base beats Red Sox Nation-
we won the lottery;
just seeing a jersey elates us-
instant camaraderie.
Throughout the innings, bats do crack
and balls thwack into gloves
while everyone at Fenway Park
doth show their club some love.
During the seventh inning stretch,
Sweet Caroline is sung;
the bullpen's warming up pitchers
and beer flows over tongues.
A sea of reds and blues awash
in hopeful rally caps;
but win or lose, they're friends by gosh-
united by a pact.
No fan base beats Red Sox Nation-
we won the lottery;
just seeing a jersey elates us-
instant camaraderie.