With Apologies to Ernest Thayer

Anticipation was the rule in Boston yesterday;
With Beckett on the mound and at least four games left to play.
The mountain boys were hot. They hadn't lost a game in weeks;
Francona rocked and paced and watched, tobacco in his cheeks.

The Rockies failed to get on base when they first came to bat.
Then catcher Torrealba looked at Francis 'neath his hat;
The pitcher read the signs and mentally prepared to throw;
The two of them were certain that the ball in glove would go.

Pedroia stood behind the plate and gave a swing or two;
He waited for his pitch as finer batters often do.
And one flew by, but on the next, he knew that he could pounce;
That baseball sailed left to the wall, and off the top did bounce.

"Home run," the umpire said, and Dustin jogged 'round to the plate.
The fans at Fenway and at home, who knew that he was great,
Went crazy for the rookie, who's so good at second base.
It looked to be a soggy night for Colorado's ace.

From then, the Red Sox never stopped. 'Twas three-zip in the first,
No doubt the Rockies were concerned the second would be worse.
Then Tulowitzki doubled off the wall to score a run,
Big Papi answered with the same; the rout had just begun.

The third one passed without a score; it was a boring inning,
But by the fourth the Fenway crowd was thinking about winning.
For Varitek scored Papi and Ramirez with a hit,
The scoreboard bellowed, "Six to one!" The Rockies had a fit.

Then Youkilis doubled to left; Ellsbury came to score.
The fifth inning was was underway. Surpassing inning four,
The Sox scored seven runs in all. The score stood at thirteen
to one lone run. The mountain men were turning shades of green.

And that was it. The final score when nine innings had passed,
Was thirteen-one. 'Twas so much fun. The game was done at last.
The way they were defeated, Colorado thinks a sin.
And there's cautious hope in Mudville, with but three games left to win.