There's a phrase I've heard pop up among fellow bloggers not in the baseball sphere--The Hope Addict. I thought it was an AA phrase, but it seems it was coined in the infertile community.
She waits until the soft moments when I'm alone and pondering things of great consequence, like "Is that bush in my front yard really dead? Or will it come back in the spring?", before she comes out to speak. And when she does, she articulates so clearly and speaks with such authority that I couldn't miss her point if I tried.
Maybe, I thought, watching the Red Sox lose an agonizing game last night, watching them piss away the last of their lead, the baseball gods punish us for perceived arrogance.
Maybe this is meant to make us stop and fully appreciate last year.
Maybe this is meant to push me off into other areas of life for a while, to remember my life before baseball took it over.
Maybe this is some strange penance.
Maybe this is a lesson I've yet to understand.
Or maybe this is like Game 3. Only the beginning.
Last night in the email thread, among the wailing and gnashing of teeth, Mer wrote: But, there's this, and I'm clinging to it. I work with a Yankee fan, but he's a good Yankee fan...Every prediction he makes seems to come true.
He said the Sox would win ALCS Game 6. He said the Yanks would win Game 7. He said, after the Yanks were up 3-0 last year, that the Sox would come back and win it all. He has predicted a handful of games correctly this year, too.
A couple weeks ago, he came up to my desk and gave me his prediction for the end of this season: Yanks go on a roll and by the time the two teams meet at Fenway, the Yankees have a two game lead. The Sox then sweep the Yankees and win the division. It could happen...
And there it is. There we are, once and for all, Red Sox fans.
Our Hope Addict is a tough and surly bitch. Our Hope Addict is 104 years old. Our Hope Addict can't be killed or reasoned with. Our Hope Addict controls us. And that word, "Mayy-bee...mayy-bee..." it's going to be her heartbeat till the last out.
We are Red Sox fans.