The Sox
You know, I hate to be pessimistic, but I just don’t think it’s our year this year. I don’t know why this is, and I don’t really have any hardcore proof, but the way things have been going recently…
God, the last game last autumn was so depressing. I had bought tickets to see Dave Attell and Lewis Black months beforehand, and my boyfriend texted me anytime a run was scored. When the show was over, I hurried home amid cheers and jeers on the street (the game wasn’t over yet). I went to a bar to watch the rest of the game, and the bar just went very, very quiet when the game ended. I walked home in silence with everybody else.
Not that this is a new thing, mind you – there have been many similiar disappointments in September and October in years past. I guess it was my first time in the city as an adult and it was a very different experience than watching the game with my dad on TV. People really take it to heart.
It really was scary to see Boston that night. I was in my regular hangout all night, loving the game with everyone else and then it all went downhill. Once the game was over, everyone walked out of the bar in a daze. Noone knew what to do. It was just very disturbing. No one was talking, just walking with their heads down and heading home. Looked like everyone had just lost a family member all at once.
despite the very low(e) lows we’ve had lately, I always have Journey running through my head when I think about my beloveds’ chances this year: “don’t stop believing… hold onto that feeling”
til the last out, I’ll be the eternal optimist