BOS 9 NYY 6 (3-3)
I would not lose so great an honour…
In the legendary St. Crispin’s Day monologue, Henry V implores his outnumbered troops to crush the French. Shakespeare at his best. Every time I see the scene, I want to beat up some French guys. In anticipation of Game 7, I have adapted some excerpts for that certain special bunch of guys in the hopes that, though outnumbered in The Bronx, they will bring glory to themselves.
GRADY. If we are mark’d to lose, we are enow
To do Sox Nation loss; and if to win,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
. . .
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from Boston.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
. . .
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his waivers shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not lose in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to lose with us.
Good luck, Red Sox.0395884179,0769202691