Nick Mills' wrote a poem called "Opening Day At Fenway." that Loren & Wally air every year on 105.7 WROR.
It's a great poem and I thought I'd take a stab at a 2011 version.
It's opening day at Fenway, and the Sox are back in town.
Who knew they'd be in Kenmore Square already 5 games down?
But that won't stop those who waited all year, to skip work and drink 9 dollar beer.
After all, it's important to be seen "here."
Among the CEO's and people they know well. Maybe they're friends, or maybe they've won the contest to sell.
It's opening day at Fenway and people are filling the stands.
But not real fans. The tickets are way out of their hands.
Thanks to the scalpers and the "brokers" who call themselves business people, but are really just jokers.
Who jack the price so high, the guy with 4 kids can only sigh.
It's opening day at Fenway, and everyone wants to go.
But I asked around for tickets and everyone said "no."
In the old days, I'd watch on TV. Now, I'll check my phone.
Our hopes are with you John Lackey, and I know I'm not alone.
When I say with all due respect, "making good pitches" or "feeling good" is not the goal.
Just win the game. Stop the Sox from falling into a deeper hole.
It's Opening Day at Fenway. And the Sox had better win. But even if they don't, at least now they can sell gin.
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