Coda for a Mixed Marriage

At Fenway we met, 'twas the Sox 'gainst the Yanks,
An auspicious beginning for which I give thanks.
After two years we wed, and to you I did vow
That I'd love you forever, or, at least, anyhow,
Till the Sox won the Series (which never could be).
Things got a little hairy in 2003.
But the Curse reared its head, and things were as they should have been.
Leaving Sox fans to mourn once again for what could have been.
In 2004, it seemed nothing had changed,
But down three-to-nothing, the Sox rearranged
All the records and did what had never been done.
The Yanks were disposed of; the AL was won.
Then on to the Series, and they just didn't stop.
After 86 years, Boston's back at the top.

So where does this leave us, this state of affairs?
"Is the marriage still on?" ask our two worried heirs.
How do I handle that long-ago vow?
Renounce it? Renege? Reinterpret somehow?
No. None of these things. But here's what I'll do.
That vow I made once, today I'll renew.
"I'll love you forever," I say it again,
"Or till the Sox win the Series," dear Jill from your Ken.
I hope that's enough to calm all of your fears.
After all, it should be good for another 86 years.

- Ken Liss, October 26, 2004
Composed between innings of World Series Game 4