You've got to wonder if the Red Sox players and management have any sense, any sense at all of what their fans have to endure after a series like that?
Marty:
[Singing to the tune of "Twinkle, Twinkle"]
Dwindle, dwindle, 8 game lead,/ Here come Yankees do take heed,
Marty:
Red Sux prowess such a lie,/ Dwindle, dwindle 8 game lead/ Here come Yankees do take heed.
Bill:
Oh, isn't that sweet, Mahty's learned to rhyme.
Marty:
Ah, Bill, could you lift your feet so I can sweep the floor, it's covered with the dust of so many broken dreams.
Bill:
While you've got your broom out, Mahts, don't forget to sweep undah the rug the fact that you're still 5 games in arrears.
Marty:
Hey, Bill, here's another lullabye for ya …
Marty:
Rock-a-bye, Red Sox, history's flops,/ When Yankees sweep the standings will rock,/ When the lead shrinks, the "Faithful" will bawl,/ And down will come Red Sox, losers they're called.