The opening of the 2009 season for me so far has been strange. I missed most of the first three games on a business trip, and was too tired from said business trip (and other stupid shit that happened this week which I won't bore you with) to stay up for a West Coast game. Which turns out to be for the best, because in that whole collection of games the Sox have only won one.
Meanwhile, the picture above is evidence of the fact that I could've been at this game, with my dad, watching Josh Beckett kick ass and take names and D to the P crank his inaugural homer into the bleachers. Instead, I was running around a hotel in Florida wondering where I went wrong.
At any rate, I don't think any of us would've expected the season to get off to the kind of start it has, regardless of where we've been in the world while it's been happening. Especially since Beckett's game was the kind of smackdown I know I'd been fantasizing about laying down on the Rays, after the Rays series was the site of Beckett's injury-based decline at the end of last season.
After the first game, having only seen the highlights, I was telling people in totally irrelevant casual conversations how actually, 2007 was kind of a surprise the way it happened, and that this, this and 2010, were really the years Epstein et al had been gunning for with their player development system. This, I found myself still saying five years after 2004, this is really the year.
And then my cell phone score-alert text messaging system and calls home told me that Jon Lester had fallen far short of glory in his inaugural 2009 start. Then Thursday I finally got the chance to sit down in front of a game long enough to watch Daisuke revert to Boston / MLB form after having played the WBC in whatever other incarnation he reserves for when he plays elsewhere.
Surely, I thought as I finally lost the battle with sleep well before the Angels game last night, they'll finally pick one up with Wake on the mound.
Yeah, no. Should've known, maybe. It's that infamous West Coast swing.
It's not like you can really judge how a team's going to be by their records or performances in Spring Training, or how they look 'on paper'. I know that. Shit happens, and I know that too. It could all be a fluke, just to make sure we're really paying attention.
We are calm, seasoned, winning fans now. We know it's a long season. We know it's not time to hit the panic button just yet.
And yet there it is, gleaming out of the corner of my eye, already, a week into April. What is the deal, fellas?