What is wrong with me? I see my beloved team treated like a bunch of sissies on the playground and run home crying, yet I still cheer for them and believe in them. I see them enter a game with an opportunity to gain ground on all of their foes, fail miserably, but I still look at the math and see them with a chance to win the division. I see their most (or second most?) prolific run producer take himself out of a crucial game, and here I sit thinking there will be October baseball in Boston.
Why can’t I just turn my back on them and concentrate on the upcoming football season? I feel like Linus sitting in the pumpkin patch waiting in vain for the mythical Great Pumpkin.
I guess it is because in 2004, the Great Pumpkin showed up, and it was truly worth the wait. So here I sit, is anyone with me?