Part the third

A chilly night it was again, this time in Denver’s park.
The Rockies thought their Fogg would leave the Red Sox in the dark.
The first and second had no score; the fans their towels waved.
But by the bottom of the third, the fans in Boston raved.

For Ortiz doubled into right; Ellsbury scored a run,
The pitcher walked Ramirez, thinking him a loaded gun.
Pedroia was at third when Lowell hit a single blast;
Our Dustin and Big Papi scored, though Ortiz isn’t fast.

Then Manny was called out at home, but Lowell ran to third,
On a single from Varitek. Then Lugo walked, my word.
With bases loaded, Dice-K hit to left – who knew he could
Make contact, bat-to-ball; the leather hard on solid wood?

Two RBIs for Matsuzaka, then another hit,
From Ellsbury again. Fans watching liked this not one bit.
Before the third was over, the game’s score was six to naught,
The fourth and fifth brought little change; the fans in Boston thought

The Sox would win. It took a lot for them to think that way.
The curse had been gone but three years; that night ‘twas to the day.
The mem’ry of two-thousand-four was sweet, their hearts were light;
The Fenway faithful drank a coffee, their third for the night.

The score changed not until the Rockies in the sixth got two.
The seventh brought three more for them; the Nation simply knew
A lead of one was much too close. ‘Twas Red Sox, six to five.
But our dear Olde Towne Team just then began to come alive.

They got three more runs in the eighth, another in the last.
The worry and anxiety was a thing of the past.
The Red Sox won. ‘Tis three to none. So let the fourth begin.
What need of caution now? There’s only one game left to win.