Game 43
Four games in a row, each worse than the last.
The Red Sox are slumping and fading fast.
Just weeks ago, we were all believers.
Were we just fooled by overachievers?
Confident heading into this homestand,
the games have not gone the way we had planned.
The offense just isn’t clicking these days.
The defense can’t seem to turn double plays.
When starters throw well, the pen lets us down.
Will we win a game before we leave town?
The team has looked cooked in their recent games.
(like the “This is fine” dog sitting in flames.)
Still, I’ll admit that if someone told me
a quarter way through the season we’d be
over 500 and right in the race
for a playoff spot (which is still the case),
I’d’ve signed up for a season like this,
with its peaks and valleys, torture and bliss.
The team’s fun to watch (on most days at least),
and though they’re a longshot to win the East,
they’ve got wily vets and kids that will grow.
Bounce back. Believe. There’s a long way to go.
a scoreless first
