Yesterday afternoon, I was dozing on the couch when Raul Ibanez hit a grand slam to sound the death knell on the Sox.
"Could you guys not lose so loudly?" I asked from under my blanket. "I'm trying to sleep, here."
Yes, that's what it's come to. I don't know if it's apathy, numbness, denial or resignation, but there you have it. Could you guys not lose so loudly?
Unfortunately, it seems like peace and quiet is going to be hard to come by in these parts at least until the baseball season is officially over, and probably not even then, given the way the Hot Stove usually works in this town. This morning, when I turned on the radio, there was yelling. All the way to work, there was yelling, most of it about Manny Ramirez, but some of it about Terry Francona and maybe 2% of it about Theo. A caller by the nickname "Chuck the Yankee Turd" pounced on his chance to rub salt in the wounds. And then there was more yelling. The main host of the show even lost about an octave of bass in his voice hollering about how Manny Ramirez should just be forced to play.
And this was on an FM rock station.
It's gonna be a long rest of the summer, although I'll tell you, I'm counting myself lucky to be a dual fan right now. The Patriots could not have picked a better time to have kicked off their preliminary season with the guns blazing.