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Mark C. N. Sullivan is an editor at a Massachusetts university. He is married and the father of three children. Email
Let us go then, you and me
To see
The Boston Americans play
Like patients etherized upon a table.
Let us go through half-deserted streets
To claim our seats
On aisles covered by peanut shells.
Let us cheer and wave our hankies:
Shall we ever beat the New York Yankees?
In the bleachers, a woman wags her tongue,
Talking of the great Cy Young.
-- From "April Is the Cruelest Month: T. S. Eliot and the Boston Red Sox," a piece by Louis Phillips in Elysian Fields Quarterly.
The Red Sox and Yankees tonight enter the rubber match of a three-game series at Fenway tied for first place, with Roger Clemens taking the mound for the Pinstripes in search of Win No. 299.
The Curse of the Bambino that has hovered over the rivalry and over the Red Sox since their last championship in 1918 has provided material for a blog, for authors, for scholars and for musical theater, and even has led to the dragging of a Sudbury, Mass., pond for the Babe's lost piano.
* Via the Virtual Gramophone. More on Tessie and the song's role in past Sox success may be found here.
** Even if it's brewed now in Indiana. Who knew Jake Wirth was one of the founders of the Narragansett Brewery?
I recall drinking Narragansett during the '86 Series for luck, but it didn't help. A package store near my home still stocks the stuff, on a cooler shelf that is set aside as a museum of lost brands: Pabst Blue Ribbon, Carling Black Label, Schlitz, Schaefer.
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