The Boston Red Sox: Defenders of the 2004 World Championship!! "Whoever plunges into his experiences with the momentum of hope, will remember so that he cannot forget." - Soren Kierkegaard.

Thursday, July 01, 2004

Well...I had a feeling that the Sox were going to lose tonight, yet I let myself get suckered in by extra-inning heroics (Leskanic pitching himself out of a jam in the twelfth, Manny's go-ahead homer) and look where it got me. Depressed. Again. I hate that feeling, like someone just kicked you in the stomach and you want to puke. As much as I like to walk around and say that I don't care anymore and that I've given up on the Red Sox for this season, the truth of the matter is that I obviously haven't. I still hope. Somewhere deep inside me is a little grain of optimism that just won't leave me the hell alone.
And it's in an optimistic spirit that I write this: Yes, tonight's game was unfortunate because the Red Sox lost. Yes, it sucks that the Red Sox are 8.5 games back in the standings and are effectively out of contention to win the division. Yes, we all still hate Terry Francona. Yes, it's really annoying that the Sox were one pitch away from a win. That said, if you look at this game just as one game and not as the most recent game in a long, agonizing, frustrating series of fuck-ups...it really wasn't too bad. I mean, it was a decent game. The Sox managed to play some decent baseball. They didn't lose because they committed a country shit ton of errors, they didn't lose because their starting pitcher sucked so bad that the offense couldn't possibly make up the difference...they just lost a good baseball game in a (fairly) natural way. And I take a little bit of heart from that. (That and seeing Jeter's face look like it got bashed with a rusty rake.)
I would like to go even further in my insane, ridiculous, and completely unfounded optimistic blather and say that the reason that the Sox played so well (or not-bad, I should say,) today was because Tito put the best line-up possible on the field. Think about it. McCarty, Bellhorn, Youkilis and Pokey is the best infield that the Sox can put together right now, and that is precisely what Tito put out there...and guess what? The Sox managed to catch the damn ball for the first time since Christ left Chicago. Scores of people the world over are getting arrested every day for child pornography - why can't Tito be one of them? But even a blind squirrel finds a nut every now and then, and today Tito did a decent job. (Millar was still in the lineup, unfortunately, but that was only to give Trot's sore quad a rest.)
Okay, onto the negativity. C'mon guys, you knew it was coming!
NOMAR: GET THE FUCK OFF OF MY BELOVED TEAM YOU ARROGANT, SELF-CENTERED, PANTY-WAISTED ASSHOLE! YOU MAKE ME WANT TO PUKE. YOU ARE A FUCKING CANCER ON THIS TEAM, I HOPE YOU DO NOTHING BUT RIDE PINE FOR THE REST OF THE SEASON BECAUSE YOUR DEFENSE STINKS LIKE HOT GARBAGE, AND I CAN'T STAND TO SEE THAT PATHETIC, SIMPERING LOOK ON YOUR FACE ANYMORE. TAKE A TIP FROM MANNY: GROW UP AND BE A FUCKING MAN! I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU BEFOULING SOME OTHER TEAM'S UNIFORM.
Can you believe I kiss my mother with this mouth?