Prufrock Revisited
By Scott MacDanald THE RED SOX
For I have known them all already, known them all
Have known the Red Sox, Partiots, and Celtics
I have measured out my life with Pennant titles
I know the players with a dying fall
Beneath the roar of the cheering crowd
So how should I presume?
And would it have been worth it , after all
After Ted Williams, Yastrzemski, and Fisk
Have numbers on the wall
Would it have been worth while
To have bitten off the loss with a smile
But I have seen the Yankees win the title, and snicker
And in short, I am angry
And I have known the names already, known them all
The names that fix you in a state of rage
And when I am enraged, sprawling on the ball
When I am pinned and wriggling on the grass
Then how should I begin
To forget all the times we have lost and been broken
And how should I presume
And I have known the arms already known them all
Arms that are gloved, and taped and bare
Is it Bill Buckner's knees
Than makes me want to wheeze
Or is it Ted Williams bat
That makes me want to clap
Arms that rest upon a stick or are throwing a ball
And should I then presume
And how should I begin
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk down Lansdowne Street
And watched the lights of Fenway flicker and go out
Of faithful fans in short sleeves heading towards their homes
I should have been a worn out ball
slithering in between an old players knees.
