John F. McCullagh

(09/28/1954 / Flushing)

The Libation Bearers


The earth eclipsed the moon tonight
and turned that orb blood red.
The Sox just swept the Cardinals
and Bambino's curse lies dead.

Old Da had rooted Eighty years
but never saw them win.
Of Buckner, back in Eighty Six,
he never spoke again.

So first I went and bought us beers,
I got Sam Adams best.
Then I crept into the graveyard
where old Da takes his rest.

I poured his drink upon the grave
and raised my bottle high.
We beat the hated Yankees, Da!
Next year our banner flies!

All around me here and there
were Red Sox fans, my peers-
All celebrating with their Dads
and wiping back the tears.

Submitted: Saturday, March 29, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 03, 2014

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It is the night of 10/27/2004 and there is a strange scene unfolding in the graveyards around Boston

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