David E. Dowd
Papelbon Time! - Poem by David E. Dowd
Beneath the cold grey skies upon a green lawn....
Assembled a crowd whose day would be long
With the happenings you are about to read.
Pull up your chair, an imagination… you’ll need.
The rains had driven many of the faithful astray,
Particularly those who’d drive from far away.
But the Philly Phanatics arrived in force
Surrounded by fanatical Sox fans, of course.
Starting slowly, Ol Schill was nicked for two runs.
Then the Old Towne Team heard from their big guns....
And the fans in the bleachers erupted in cheers -
When Lowell's home run cleared the Monster and rattled some beers.
The bleacher bums booed, both Philly and Sox,
Each appearance by a villain named Myers, blistered boos were a lock
.But the middle innings passed with 3 up and 3 down.
While Schilling notched K's once he was unwound.
Ten Phillies including six in a row
Struck out by old Schill before he took a blow.
Then a rookie named Delcarmen walked in a run
Knotting the score...... The fun had just begun.
The Philly fans in the stands were cheering their team
When a muscleman Sox fan reigned on their dream.'
What kind of fans are you? ' he glared with a sneer...
Under his sleeve, a Sox 'B' stopped them in their beer!
But the time for the Sox fans approached real fast...
When the rookie named Hansen took the mound firing gas....
But after two outs in the 8th, he stumbled and then
The stadium hushed, as Tito did send.....
To the bullpen for the stopper. Young Pap ran in....
In the bleachers, a cheer rose slowly, sensing a win.
But the score was now tied and the fans all knew
The moment to come would be special and new.
Delluci stood in with men on first and second.
Papelbon reared back, fired peas he never saw, I reckon.
When the cheers erupted in the bleachers so sublime,
There was unison and thrill, for this was Papelbon time!
3 up and 3 down were the Sox in the eighth.
But the fans were biding time a wise man might saith.
In the 9th, the drama grew as Paps took the mound.
When Phillies loaded the bases, silence was the sound.
As Burrell, the fourth hitter, strode to the plate.
Mystical Fenway took hold of the poor batter's fate.
Papelbon reared back and fired strike one and strike two...
To a fan, cheers erupted for everyone knew...
Burrell had no chance as Papalbon reared back and fired.
And all the cheers now exploded. Burrell was retired.
An old pitcher in the bleachers turned to a mate...
With a knowing smile said, 'That's why Papelbon is great! '
But the bottom of the 9th brought three more quick outs.
So who would pitch for the Red Sox.... a feeling of doubt.
Skip had faith in the powerful young man.
Cheers started circulating throughout Fenway's stands.
First Howard, then Rowland bit the dust with a K,
Then Delluci's weak grounder was all he could say.
Papelbon strode off the mound into the mist...
Reserved for legends, by every journalist.
But Fenway'd reserved another ear splitting cheer.
As the rain started to fall upon all gathered here.
A look to the scorecard revealed Big Papi would bat.
Not a fan would move from the seat where he sat.
The record will show Youk flew to center field.
And with Cora's single, the anticipation did build.
But when David Ortiz strode to the plate
Collectively, fans drew their breath and felt hope accelerate.
At the crack of the bat, old Fenway exploded
As fans throughout the old park cheered like dynamite loaded.
In the bleachers we were jumping and laughing with tears in our eyes.
As Big Papi greeted his teammates and shared the prize.
Mystical Fenway in the mist and the rain
Tore open our hearts and poured in champagne.
Champagne of the sweetest, champagne so mellow...
The look in the eye will tell you the fellow.
And so into history marches Papelbon's team...
Pursuing the legends, pursuing the dreams....
But the fans in the stands of dear old Fenway this day..
Will ever retain the moments like a mystical sun's ray.
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