Friday, October 07, 2005

Oh the misery! Red Sox go down

Here comes the return of the fellowship of the miserable.

Recriminations everywhere. The Sox are out of the playoffs; it certainly didn't have to be that way. They ran out of gas bereft of a pitching staff. The White Sox were hot, seriously hot. Final score 5-3. El Duque was fabulous. A very big sixth inning among the finest pitching exhibitions in recent memory.

Now Red Sox Nation will pick the carcass for the ultimate autopsy. Talk radio is our collective couch. We have returned to the equilibrium, a cauldron of second guessing the manager, letting Manny be Manny and cursing the hapless Foulke.

Trust me we won't be talking about the Patriots for weeks. Sox fans need a lot of time to punish the innocent and consider the horrors of horros Johnny Damon as a Yankee.

For my fellow citizens in Red Sox Nation, I leave the following from one of the greatest baseball fans of all time A. Bartlett Giamatti:


"It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone."


Wait until next year!

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