Heading into tonight’s game, I’m pretty despondent. A constant Sox optimist, from the late 70’s through the Pedro years always felt that This Was The Year….and then after Grady’s shit show, I gave up. They really were cursed. Something was just wrong with them. I let my darker thoughts in, and all through the season and up to game 7 of the ALCS I just could no longer allow myself to be positive about the team.
Then- for 20 years straight my optimism clock was reset. Every player they brought in, brought up, found in a pile of their own vomit even…. Would turn into a great player. They’d avoid injuries, find hidden gems, make the great play, hit the winning run in the bottom of the 9th.
I find myself today in a similar space as I was in the days after Grady’s infamous non-decision…. But it is only in retrospect that I see the positives in that ‘04 team. In late April I knew they would collapse, choke or generally shit themselves.
Then- for 20 years straight my optimism clock was reset. Every player they brought in, brought up, found in a pile of their own vomit even…. Would turn into a great player. They’d avoid injuries, find hidden gems, make the great play, hit the winning run in the bottom of the 9th.
I find myself today in a similar space as I was in the days after Grady’s infamous non-decision…. But it is only in retrospect that I see the positives in that ‘04 team. In late April I knew they would collapse, choke or generally shit themselves.
