Eulogy for the Eliminated 2009: Part 5

Dearly Beloved,

This week we are presented with four more souls. Souls who led solid, if not underperforming lives. In honor of these souls, we are following in the footsteps of the ancients, those dreamers, philosophizers, and creative minded geniuses who gave us the blessings of beautiful verbosity. We will eulogize our weekly departed in poem, as they did so many millennium ago for their departed warriors. May these words reflect the lives of these souls honestly, correctly, and with valor.

To the 2009 Red Sox:

Like ancient Rome, the nation is slowly decaying
Your legions of faithful at home praying
Yearning for the glory days of yesteryear
Learning of drugs made you shed a tear
Heroes with dreads prove embarrassing
As you grow as old as the song you sing
Now the future is in doubt
Of a former Empire losing its clout
Will the future be marred by a curse born of a lease?
We will see. But for now, may you rest in peace.

To the 2009 St. Louis Cardinals:

On the shoulders of a legend you rode
The grandest assembled in your abode
Summer in the city of the greatest fan
Two aces lead you across the land
Alas it was not enough
And those bleeding blue called your bluff
Now the son of an ancient with the greatest voice
and he whose CD is nothing but noise
shall be all that your followers have to hold
as the fall months turn to cold
Then again they will root for a bird to be a beast
While for now they hope you rest in peace.

To the 2009 Minnesota Twins:

In the last year of your humble home
They cheered and danced and waved fingers of foam
You caught the cat who could not close the deal
And a bit of magic is what you would feel
Eras of yesteryear flew in your head
And the ghosts of legends long since dead
But with hankie in hand and Hubert's name on their tongue
You thought for a second you might have it won
But alas you ran into the quarter billion dollar machine
And the twin cities had to live with the belief
that you and your home would have to rest in peace.

To the 2009 Colorado Rockies:

In the light air of the ancient peaks
You took a journey for months and weeks
Only to come up a few victories short
Unable to throw rocks from a snow fort
Pieces unknown outside your neighborhood
Brought you close to glory, but not gold, you got wood
And the fire you were on you tried to use to stay warm
But it was not be enough to weather the cheesesteak storm
Fortunately, there is hope for future generations
Those who will also rely on refrigerations
May they soar over rocky points like a flock of geese
While you, I dare say, must rest in peace.