A poem to get you through the night

HILARIOUS!!!!

Thanks Mike!!!

hahahahahahaha!

Very well put! Thanks

LUGO gotta Go! LUGO gotta Go!

Twinkle Twinkle not a star,
not even caring how you are.
you thought you where up above the world so high,
Keep our Diamond for those who will try.

Adios!

There once was a player named Manny
whose knack for home runs was uncanny.
Though frequently funny,
for all of that money,
you'd think he'd get off of his fanny.

Fabulousssssssssss! Thanks for the laugh!

Love it!!!

I love it - thanks Mike

Beautiful...you hit all the bases!

That was GREAT!

Great poem!

This is awesome! Thanks Mike!

GOOD JOB MIKE.

very clever, Mike!! many thanks for the friday funny.

OUTSTANDING!!

That was awesome.
Mike, you're a rock star!!!!

Great poem Mike. I like the stanza praising McCourt. Very clever.

awesome.

Great Job!

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered Troy O'Leary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of the Nation's lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, "back before 2004".
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my bedroom door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember all those endless bleak Septembers,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost 24 -
For the rare and radiant righty whom the angels numbered 24 -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each Yankee curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors I remembered from before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`A good young nice guy, a character guy, playing out by the Monster door -
No malcontent this Jason Bay, playing out by the Monster door; -
That's enough, if nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Babe,' said I, `or Bucky, or Buckner, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my bedroom door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, just like before.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
Who will DH for the Yankees, when they show Damon the door,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered number '24'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the words, `Fo shor!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Bellhorn just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering out from Gotham's shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly foul to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing two world titles since 2004-
Two world titles, good young pitching, Papi, Youks, prospects galore,
So do not tell me, `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `24.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his hits one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his homers that melancholy burden bore
Of "Always-Out the door."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a Fenway Frank in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the Jordan's sinking, I betook myself to linking
Nomie unto Tessie, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `24.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my Yawkey core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the Jordan's Commander chair lining that the plasma gloated o'er,
But whose sweat-stained pleather lining with the plasma gloating o'er,
He shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from a backside cleanser
Swung by a Steinbrenna whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Jason Bay- Bay and Sam Summer from thy memories of 24!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind Sam Summer, and forget this lost 24!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this swampy land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Moss and Hanson, and the money? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `MVP WS 04.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that sport that bends above us - by that Park we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant rightfield,
It shall clasp a sainted righty whom the angels numbered 24-
Clasp a rare and radiant righty, whom the angels numbered 24?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `24.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Bellhorn just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my team from out that pre-2004 shadow floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

How lucky is the Savio household! Hahaha

Outstanding.

Sad that you guys didn't even know who Bay was before this.

This should make the newspaper..

Wonderful!

just the type of cookie-cutter Front Office-approved thing I would expect to find today. its sad that as the Sox front office wipes manny out of our memories, they'll be staring at those large jewelled lumps on their fingers.

Thank you Mike for a great treat this morning!

To all the faithless of "Red Sox Nation"...curse of the ManRam on you! Nuff said.

Although the original is good, my vote goes to the Poe-t above !

Quoth the Raven "Baltimore!"

Can you just change that "rightfield" to "leftfield" for me in stanza 16?

"Manny Boy"

Oh Manny Boy, the Dodgers are a-calling
You got your wish, you're headed out of town
You'll reunite with old friends, Nomah and D.Lowe
You'll find your peace and the Sox will find theirs
We'll miss your bat, and your tandem with Papi
It's sad that your years here ended like this
But you went off the deep end this time, that's for sure
Oh Manny Boy, Oh Manny Boy, you had to go.

This paper wouldn't post my comments about Shaughnessy last week but you print the profanity of comment 32. Maybe it is time to read another paper.

LMAO!!! Outstanding job!! I give you a standing ovation.

The poem is a crime as it does not rhyme.

Mike Savio needs to get a life.

Ha ha these are awesome, I love the "Nevermore" line "Perched upon a bust of Bellhorn just above my chamber door"

And Kris, yes indeed, we will miss the Manny/Papi tandem...probably the best 1-2 punch in all of baseball. I'm sure Papi will miss it, as well. I feel bad for Papi; I hope he's able to come to terms with all of this, as Manny is his friend. Sometimes the things that go on in the baseball world suck.

bosox are red
dodgers are blue
manny's with joe now
tito sleeps the night through

Another typical RS Front Office com that is published under a writer name or a fan!
I find it hillarious that people are either completely depressed or happy about. Right now no one know if this made sense or not.

Remember how everybody was saying Eipstein was a genius when he signed Gagne? Anyone still think it is a smart trade?

No one knows how Bay will perform, how many intentional walks Ortizs will draw and how the team will adjust with Ramirez.

So stop drinking the RS cool-aid and think for yourself. Only the end of the season will say if this trade made sense or not.

And please, RS front office, use a english major to "write" a "poem" before publishing it under the name of a "fan". That series of words is too poorly put togetehr and written to be called a poem.

This just made my day!!!

BEING MANNY

You hear them talkin'
I might be walkin'
Outta Fenway Park.

When the Boston media
Gets a hold 'a ya
They bite you like a shark.

“Out in left field?”
Hey man, that's the deal.
I gotta be ‘off the wall’.

My bat might 'a rested
in the heat, but I busted
My butt in the fall,

Hit the cover off the ball.
I’m Manny, that’s all.
I’m the Man.

Now there is talent!!
Great poem, thanks for sharing.

MANNY IS GONE, SO WHAT WILL WE DO?
WE'LL YELL AND SHOUT AND SAY "YAHOO" !!!!

WE HAD SOME FUN, BUT NOW HE HAD TO FLEE,
WHERE IN HELL IN LA WILL HE BE ABLE TO PEE?

IT WAS FUN WHILE IT LASTED, BUT WE'LL ALL RELAX NOW,
BET HE THINKS WHEN HE GETS THERE, THEY ALL WILL BOW.

HE SURE WAS A HITTER, BUT A LITTLE BIT OF A DUMMY,
SO GOOD BYE, SO LONG, FAREWELL," WE HAVE A NEW HONEY"

JASON BAY WILL HIT, RUN AND STEP ON THE GAS.
TA TA MANNY, WE WON'T MISS YOUR SORRY ASS.

Thanks Mike,

Here are my optimistic thoughts. You don’t want to hear the negative ones.

I agree that it is time to move on, but I was just wondering who the boston media is going to use to sell papers and airtime now? Lugo? Who cares? Veritek? Cmon the guy’s bat was never quick to begin with and now he is older than his years. Maybe some steroids would help prolong this struggling career. Francona? Now there’s a thought…can he perform with 6 all stars instead of 7? The man has a stacked deck and loaded dice and he is still going to lose the pot. Epstein, will certainly take some heat for the price of Jason Bay. Jason himself will struggle at some point and be blamed for all that is wrong with Red Sox Nation. Remember the Clarks Jack and Tony… total RS front office and on field flops. Schylling? Good at giving the media shhit, but is he ever going to help the team win again?.

Oh well we got 2 world series, so I just say whatever.. or wtf? I don’t care! Yes I do! No I don”t…. damn it’s August and my shrink is in Nantucket…probably a Yankees fan anyway.

By the way will Manny cut his hair for Joe Torre? And other critical issues will play out over the next weeks. Not to mention the BP. How did that get helped by the deal?

So I am going off to Canada to fish, drink Molson and forget about this RS “nation” for a while… unless I can find a bar with NESN.

rob, how badly can it really suck? When an organization is paying 20m per year, they should have some expectations si o no?

You know what everybody? The Red Sox paid Manny $160 million over the past 8 years. He held up his end of the bargain by playing, they held up theirs by paying him what they both agreed to. They got their money's worth, and he got their money. The only way he was going to make any money for his new agent was to get a brand new contract. The only way that was going to happen was if he started acting like a bigger A-Hole than he has in the past. Fighting with teammates, pushing around front office people, at what point do you have to look in the mirror and say enough is enough. Terry Francona has lost 15 pounds over the last few weeks dealing with this jerk. He is a spoiled 13 year old in a 36 year old's body, and everyone looks the other way through all of his childish behavior because he can hit the ball like nobody's business. Personally, I am glad that Theo and company have finally stopped the madness. Will I miss Manny's bat? Probably, but I'd rather feel good about rooting for the entire team, than wondering what antics Manny is up to now.

So, to Manny, I say, thank you for your eight years. Good luck in the future, but good riddance.

Understand this and understand this very very clearly.
YOU DON'T WIN WORLD TITLES WITH 25 DUSTIN PEDRIEOAS!
Or Trot Nixons or Jason Varitek's for that matter.

to win world titles you need supertstar talent and every single superstar, every last one of them, has to be pampered and babied and catered to. This includes Big Papi and Beckett and Schilling and in basketball Garnett and Pierce and Allen.

And nearly all of them are arrogant jerks. It seems to go hand in hand with the talent -- egos the size of Texas.

Manny was a jerk but he was entertaining and gave me my money's worth everytime I went to the ball park.

But I think I get the attitude of you old timers "Hey we won two titles, now we want a bunch of guys who play THE RIGHT WAY". Yup, well, we played the right way for 86 years and were stuck in loserville. The Red Sox adn Cubs shared the spot as the joke of baseball for being longtime losers.

I don't give rat's behind about whether some overpaid traveling secretary who is bilking the state for a pension while getting a second salary from the Sox gets knocked on his butt.

I care about winning and winning only.

Jason Bay is a nice player but Papi is on the decline and if the Sox don't acquire some superstar talen quick (does anyone have Mark Texiera on speed dial) this team is headed right back to loveable medicrity.

the good news is tickets will be easier to get.

What is this fascination
with this thing called Red Sox Nation
They say it revolves around this cat named Manny
who hits the ball quite handily
Well now he is gone
traded to another baseball city
and it is a pity
cause of Manny I was fond
cause with him we won
and it was fun
Now who knows
who will win, place or show

Haiku of the Day:
Manny, you wore out your stay.
Bring on Jason Bay!

BLUE HAIKU

Dodger dye fitting
Manny dons Bluetooth in left
No hidden wall trick

Don McLean said it best

"...the day the music died,
So bye bye Miss American Pie,
Drove my Chevy to the Levy,
But the Levy was dry,
And Good Ol' Boys drinking whiskey and rye,
Singing 'This'll be the day that I die."

I am so depressed, I can't even think straight.
Going to get drunk so I can't even see straight.

Manny (fueled by his agent Boras) is such a jerk!

He singlehandedly brought the end to an era that only lasted 5 years.

I kept telling my kid that someday when he's 65, he'll tell his grandkids about Schill and Beckett and Manny and Papi and Mini Me and Youk.

Now it's done - Manny obviously doesn't get cable TV - you dope! Don't you see the Eck & Rice & Remy every night? Geez. Instead he goes the way of Mo, Nomar, the AntiChrist and Greenwell. C'mon Manny, even Bob Stanley had a day at Fenway.

How many Sox fans do you think are going to show up at Cooperstown now to say "Hey thanks for everything!" Try zero.

Papi will never have to work another day of his life.

Good luck on the West Coast - it sure worked out swell for Mo, Mueller, Nomar, even Darryl Strawberry.

And I hear the smog doesn't help the dreds too much...

Well, I'm glad Manny is gone, and all his foolishness will cease..
My husband has been yelling at him, and disturbing my peace..

Whether I am relaxing reading, or emailing a friend a new joke..
Whether I am talking on the phone, or taking a nice soak...

My husband thinks if he yells at Manny, [and he even swears, too]..
It will change Manny's attitude, and make him more loyal and true..

I tried to tell him Manny is not a team player, and his attitude reeks..
But, my husband just yelled louder at the TV, for weeks and weeks..

So now, with Manny gone, I think our lives will return to calm in our den..
No extra blood pressure meds., and I can even open the windows, again..

I had no idea we ahve so many poets in the RSN!!

We're Angels fans here in California: no allegiance to the Dodgers except if we get free tickets. We got a kick out of this poem! Very funny!

A really great one - Thank you, Mike!

This dreadlocked guy named Ramirez,
Said "I'm stylin', I'll show you what hair is!"
But the stylin' of dread,
Filled the Sox Nation's head,
So Ramirez no longer here is!

I hope Dan Riley reads this thread. If he produces an update to his *Red Sox Reader*, the final chapter has already been written for him. Kudos to all these acolytes of Yogi, the Muse of Baseball Poetry.

(Isn't Berra one Yankee we can freely admit to loving?)

I'm just sorry the Poe-channeler chooses anonymity. An Absinthe toast to him or her!

There once was a slugger named Manny
Whose hitting was truly uncanny.
But the Sox had enough
Of his arrogant stuff,
So they kicked him out right on his fanny.

Priceless...