‘Twas a night in October
in the house that Ruth built.
All the New York fans were praying
That their team would not wilt.

They looked at the Red Sox
And it sure gave them fits
Long hair, beards and attitudes
What a bunch of misfits!

George bought the champagne
For the post game celebration.
‘Let’s flaunt our success
In front of all Red Sox nation!’

But the Sox had their own plan
And that’s never to quit.
Just keep hanging in there
For that game-winning hit.

Now, if you listen to Maisano
…or Conca…or Phil
You’d think all of the Red Sox
Were over the hill.

Big Papi struck early
With a homer to right.
It looks like the start
Of a historical night.

It was on ‘The Mick’s’ birthday
He would have been seventy-three
The Sox paid their respects
With their own hitting spree.

The Disciple named Damon
Like Paul Revere’s ride at night
Sent a message through the Bronx
With his grand slam to right.

The Yankees got one back
Thanks to a single by Jeter
But the Disciple crushed another
To make the score sweeter.
While Damon came on as 
One of the most unlikely heroes
The Bombers were too stunned 
To put up anything but zeroes.

Then Bellhorn joined the fun
When he said ‘What the heck’
As he turned on a fastball
That landed in the upper deck.

As I bask in this victory
With a glass of red vino
Could we have finally dispelled
The curse of the Bambino?

Now this comeback by Boston
May have A-Rod and Jeter in tears
But, come on, we deserve it
It’s been eighty-six years!

With those fat, heavy wallets
It should really be no mystery
That this Yankee team will be remembered
As the biggest choke in sports history.

Now listen up, Yankee fans
I think you should hear
That the NY on your pinstripes
Only stands for ‘Next Year”!!