Okay, okay - since no one else wants to write about Terry's boys, I'll give it a shot [and take one if I can find any.]

For those who endured their psychological fears
At overgrown schoolboys these long, eighty-six years
With players as great as Ted Williams and Fred Lynn
Must surely believe it is no less than a sin!
Yet we saw it occur on the field just last night
And still cannot accept such an impious sight
That the Cardinals from St. Louis of fearsome might
Fell victim to those Red Sox this traumatic night.
No Fisk, no Scott, no Burleson, no Yastremzski
could erase the deep pain of Buckner and Pesky.
But here they secured this final, blasphemous win
So that some claim now they sacrificed a virgin
Or sold their souls in New York together last week.
How ELSE can one explain their unholy peak?
I know. Some think it's an old wives' tale reflection
That Bostonians LIKE delightful dejection.
Still, look what they've done to them Lowe and Ramirez
along with Nixon, Foulke, Ortiz and Martinez!
They're ruined it forever! Scorned the Babe's sacred curse!
Can the baseball gods imagine anything worse?
Wait...I forgot...The game is not desecrated!
There's one scourge remaining - that some goat created.