Red+Sox+Nation

"Ode to the Red Sox Nation"

A few summers ago when returning from a trip, my cousin brought home a cap with a nice navy tip, i was filled with joy and wild exhilaration, that I had finally joined the Red Sox Nation.

The hat has been mine for some time now, it is my favorite hat i would make a vow, it fits like a glove just right for my head, and now when thinking of the Yankees my head fills with dread.

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

My hat has come back many a time, after all he is my partner in crime, he fell from my hands down a mountain, got soaked, got wet from a fountain.

It went missing for maybe a week, the chances 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.