Instant Camaraderie

The heavy press of history's

intoxicating scent,

enhanced by poignant victories,

is better than I dreamt.

The Monster looms above left field,

the Bud Deck over right-

both witnesses to firm belief

and neverending pride.

Elation spreads like wildfire

as people take their seats,

when over home the first pitch flies

with monumental speed.

No fan base beats Red Sox Nation-

we won the lottery;

just seeing a jersey elates us-

instant camaraderie.

Throughout the innings, bats do crack

and balls thwack into gloves

while everyone at Fenway Park

doth show their club some love.

During the seventh inning stretch,

Sweet Caroline is sung;

the bullpen's warming up pitchers

and beer flows over tongues.

A sea of reds and blues awash

in hopeful rally caps;

but win or lose, they're friends by gosh-

united by a pact.

No fan base beats Red Sox Nation-

we won the lottery;

just seeing a jersey elates us-

instant camaraderie.