ALCS 2004 (Red Sox v Yankees)

Top billing went to Schilling
But he kept on tying his laces
Poor, poor Curt, his ankle hurt
Good thing we got two bases
But then Lieber, he outpitched Pedro
And everybody was saying
«Oh no, oh no, here we go again»
After Game 3 I was thinkin'
«Just end it now, just end it now, please»
But I had forgotten all about my man
David Ortiz
While Schilling tested out some high tops
D-Lowe made the Yankees look sloppy
Soon the scene was set for yet
Another big hit
By my main man Big Papi
We won that game in the 12th inning
And after that, we just kept on winning
I was so happy that I could hardly speak
And I didn’t get to bed before midnight
For the rest of the week
Bellhorn’s homer more than made up
For his long, long drought
The ums conferred before they ruled
That he had hit it out
And later on in the game, once again
They had to stop after Bronson
Was struck down by A. Rod’s karate chop
Let me just say
A. Rod, he looked like a pathetic, pathetic little man
Trying to claim that was the way he always ran
I’m glad the Red Sox never got that little cheater
And boy, was I relieved
When they took back the run
That had been scored by Derek Jeter
With Damon’s grand slam
I’d thought I was in heaven
But they put Pedro in to pitch Inning 7
I started having flashbacks to a sad night
1 year ago
What was Francona thinking?
I don’t even wanna know
This victory justifies all those nights
That I spent sittin' in front of the telly
Watchin' the Red Sox, eating chips
And growing myself a nice fat belly
This means redemption of
Years and years and years and years and years
Of humiliation of every single member
Of Red Sox nation