On gossamer wings, and probably with big, sad dewy cartoon eyes, the fragile hope of Red Sox Nation took flight again this week. We wanted to deny it, some of us, but there it was, the pitter-pat of those gossamer wings in our chests. If we could just sweep the White Sox...
I admit the little bugger was flapping around to a fare-thee-well going into tonight's game, even with Kyle Snyder on the mound. Bah! Launching pad, my ass! Just look at what Tavarez and Gabbard did this week!
So yeah, the White Sox didn't just squash that little insectiform hope tonight, did they? No, they crushed it, ripped, tattered and mutilated it, and ground it into the dirt with their heels for good measure.
However, NESN did show Craig Hansen and Jonathan Papelbon playing with Hansen's high-powered remote-control car on the field, and promised a live broadcast in HD of an eventual race the players (all of whom ran out and got their own remote-control Monster Trucks to match Hansen's) have been talking about having down Van Ness Street. So that helped. I don't know how, but it did. That and Tina Cervasio waking the Aramark maintenance guy who was napping in Canvas Alley out of his sound sleep, live and on the air, to ask what he was doing there.
I also can't possibly complain about tonight's experience watching on TV since my best friend actually witnessed the carnage in person--and it was the first, last, and probably only game she and her boyfriend Ryan will actually get to this season. She called me in about the fifth inning.
"Send gauze and medical tape," was the first thing she said.