William Wordsworth; A Red Sox Fan Indeed

One would not usually associate baseball, America's favorite pastime, with English romantic poets of the 18th and 19th century. Certainly, the thought of modern American baseball does not initially trigger notions of the sublime, natural scenes, and individual spirituality. Yet, what could be more poetic than the end of a curse, the greatest comeback in sports history, and the end of an 86 year drought without a championship? What is more poetic than all three of these occurrences happening in the same year to the same team? Less specifically, it is not hard to believe that a romantic poet would embrace the coming together of average Americans to cheer on their home team on a warm summer day. What is the seventh inning stretch but the mass-harmonizing of a short, heartwarming poem? It is true that baseball and romantics have...