What Happened?
I woke up this morning with a slight hangover and said to my imaginary friend “I had the weirdest dream, the Yanks lost by like 16 runs to the Sox.”
What the (expletive deleted) happened? Charles Dickens had it right, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair. After Friday night’s train wreck by the Sox, after all, 5 singles and only one run scored, TWO people sent to their baseball death by the Sox third base coach…Tony Womack and Canu, hell, I could have thrown those two guys out, what was he THINKING, I was flying high. Saturday all morning I listened to WEEI and people called in and bashed just about everything that was Red Sox. It was wonderful. I started to get some of that Yankee-mojo back. I was ready to kick things up a notch on this silly anti-Red Sox site. Then the Yanks got a good old ass-whoopin and I am back down in the basement with the radio off and no intention of watching the news.
Hey, these things happen. Even a blind squirrel can find a nut. I think most people in the baseball world realize yesterday was an aberration and Friday was more in line with a systemic team problem. Let’s just hope tonight’s game will return the universe to it’s normal pattern and Wells pitches like the fat drunk I have learned to love. And let’s just hope that the Sox spent all their extra bullets yesterday and come up flat today.