19 October 2004

Prayer for a Magic Shoe

There once was a magic shoe,
designed by Reebok in a day or two.
For Game 6 of the ALCS,
For a dude named Schilling, who's ankle was a mess.
Everyone thought the ace's season was finished,
high Red Sox hopes were quickly diminished.
Then came the magic shoe.

Oh magic shoe, oh magic shoe,
From now until 8:19 p.m., we pray for you.
After Game 1, the Nation had never felt weaker,
all that has changed because of one super sneaker.

It's come down to this, two games in New York,
Sheffield's got a big mouth, Matsui's a dork.
And Reebok, if this works out and we win in the end,
I promise: I'll never, EVER, buy Nike again.

- By Chris Rattey, The Lighter Side

I was on an airplane last night during Game 5. Periodically, the pilot came on with an update, as in: "I was just talking to air-traffic control, and it's the bottom of the tenth. Score's still tied." This was followed by groans in the cabin.

The Sox are making me so nervous I can hardly stand it. But suddenly they're back in...I have high hopes for tonight, even if I haven't yet been reduced to praying for Curt's magic shoe.

You may also visit boston.com and write your own Ode to the Sneaker.


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