So, it wasn't just me after all. It was so bad, that monstrosity last weekend, that Big Papi wound up in the hospital. If the colossus with the perpetual smile couldn't hang, how in the world were the rest of us, mere mortals all, supposed to cope? An otherwise very fine member of my congregation is a NYA fan. When he came into the church last Sunday morning, he apologized for how it had played out. When the incredibly arrogant NYA fans are feeling guilty there are only two explanations: It was genuinely embarassing, or, they remembered that someone significant once warned them that the meek shall inherit the earth. And brother, were we meek!
On XM, Charlie Steiner (now in rehab with the Dodgers after his time THERE) told one of our knights of the keyboard that the "boys are deader than Julius Caesar" as Taps played in the background. I enjoy Charlie's work immensely (now that he's seen the light), but he doesn't know what it means to follow the Sox. A little more work in Seattle, a tolerable showing by the Bay, and then another chance against the Evil Empire. And who knows?
Tonight I'm reduced to rooting for the other Sox to come back against Johann Santana to help us in the Wild Card standings. Sure. That's going to happen. (8-26 Note: It DID happen-not that it helped, as the Pale Hose blew it in extras, and the Sox lost in Seattle)
I just didn't see the Summer playing out this way. But then again, at least the Sox haven't had the Braves' season.
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