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Oh-seven is the year of the Boston sports fan,

The signing of Dice-K is when it began.

Early winter started the fun,
with John Henry's dough, Theo got it done.

With the Japanese ace came a quiet surprise-
his friend named "Okey" who would soon open eyes.

"Okey", the All-Star wasn't the only one new
Also to join were Donnelly, Lugo and Drew.

These three kind of suck, but they are part of the plan.
Oh-seven is the year of the Boston sports fan.

Sure the Celtics and Bruins stunk up the Hub
But big things were to come- even for these two clubs.

Spring rolled around- pitchers and catchers report
The Japanese media took over the Fort.

The Pats made waves, telling Dillon "good-bye,"
Adalius Thomas was Belichick's guy.

The Patriots continued- getting Donte and Wes,
The Bruins and Celtics finished up their mess.

The Sox broke camp and busted out of the gate,
Josh Beckett won three, then five, then eight.

The weather warmed- we heard again from Belichick-
The Pats get Moss for a fourth round pick!?

Okey exclaimed to his friends in Japan:
"Oh-seven is the year of the Boston sports fan."

At the end of June, the NBA draft arrived.
with the Celtics the owner of crappy pick five.

With Oden and Durant headed out West,
Danny Ainge's career was put to the test.

Crappy pick five was shipped out of town,
In came Ray Allen- the best shooter around.

Sure Ray was great, but Paul Pierce wanted more.
He didn't know yet, but he'd get it for sure...

As July heated up, the Bruins tried their luck,
they added their own Manny- to defend the puck.

Manny Fernandez was a small part of the plan.
Okey repeated, "oh-seven was the year of the Boston fan."

July got warmer, but the Sox cooled a bit.
A-Rod and The Yankees continued to hit.

A Papi-sized lead shrunk to Coco-width space,
a concerned expression washed over Okey's face.

With a seven game lead, Theo got on the phone
To Texas, he called- with a plan of his own.

July thirty-first was baseball's last day to deal
but the Celtics were the ones with the blockbuster feel.

They traded Big Al, and the rest of the squad,
to land the "Big Ticket", a basketball god.

Pierce, Garnett, and of course old Ray
held up their jerseys, as if to say:

In the weak Eastern conference we're again for real-
Now, Red Sox, its your turn to deal.

Some prospects and Gabbard were dealt from the Sox
for a bespectacled reliever the size of an ox.

This poem isn't finished, there's much to be done
There's games to be taken and titles to be won.

With Okey, Moss and Garnett- it's in the can.
Oh-seven will be the year of the Boston sports fan.