It's amazing, really, how lying in bed staring into the darkness can make one think...
I realized tonight, about 20 minutes ago, as i piled myself dejectedly into bed, how much the story of the red sox echoes my own life...
The beautiful highs, the awful lows, those moments where you feel you've got yourself to a point where absolutely nothing can go wrong, and then you turn a corner and run smackdab into a brick wall.
In baseball, that brick wall is usually painted navy blue and has a white, swastika-esque NY on it.
In life, that brick wall takes many forms, be it a friend you thought was more than a friend, that job interview you thought you nailed, the one that got away, or the one you never got in the first place, there's ways to get past that wall, get over that wall, bust through that wall.
If there was ever a team who could muster the balls to come back from a 3-0 deficit and take a best-of-seven series, it's the boston red sox. And that's why I love them. I mean, look at 'em, they're a bunch of degenerate hacks who can't come through in the clutch...just like me.
They're perennial losers, just like me
And yet, you always have faith in the losers. From the first day of Spring Training, to the last at-bat of game 162, you always have faith that somehow, some way, they're gonna get their shit together and pull it out.
"This" is the year, "This" will always be the year, but it's the year that never was.
From here on out it's win or go home
Personally, I'd rather win...
Go Sox, you are my team
Hell, maybe now i'll be able to get some sleep...i got out of bed to write this sumbitch...
p.s. my apologies for disappearing earlier, to those of you with whom i was chatting