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"Ode to the Red Sox Nation"

A few summers ago when returning from a trip, my cousins brought home a cap for me with a nice navy tip, I was suddenly filled with joy and wild exhilaration, that I had finally became a citizen of the Red Sox Nation.

This hat has been mine for some time now, it is my favorite, on that I would make a vow, it fits like a glove just right for my head, and now the yankees fill me with dread.

My Sox hat is a boomerang, a friend, on always returning to me I can depend, he tells me to never, ever take him off I laughed and all that I could do, was scoff.

My hat has come back to me many a time, after all he is my partner in crime, he fell from my hands down a large mountain, got soaked, got wet from a drinking fountain. It went missing for approximately a week, the chance of its rescue was very bleak, yet somehow every time I misplace it, he always seems to just make it.

I love my hat and its history, And that, my friend is no mystery.