Ode to my Boys It's been a good year I said with a cheer. North and south from west to east, my Boys beat with the heart of a beast. I looked with pride as I would to a bride, but spoke words none wanted to hear. Our season has gone last tracks have been laid, sadly, the rider had said. You whose miles are few my '98, with my battle scarred '08, the time has come to hibernate. But in a blink a chilled season will shrink, and in April I'll call for one to make another Run to The Wall.