I dreamed my crazy dream.
As I sat, quite alone, last year.
In the Guardian newsroom in London.
As I dreamed of what life in Boston would be.
This is the thing I dreamed, most of all:
Walking from my Lair.
In the Back Bay.
Over to Kenmore Square.
The stroll is only 25 minutes.
Buying a ticket at Fenway Park.
And walking into that beautiful place.
To watch my Sox.
That’s what I did last evening.
With lots of other fans.
Because you can’t High Five in 2D.
I got very excited.
As I have in the past.
Had a Fenway Frank. My Dad used to love them!
I went over to Fenway by myself this time.
To scout out the joint.
After all, I couldn’t very well ask my friends to come.
Until I made sure Fenway was ready for them.
Then I walked back to the Lair.
Oh, I almost forgot!