(Screencap from ESPN's Red Sox clubhouse)
Twice now, in the late weeks of April and the early weeks of May, we've felt the stomach-churning drops of this hope / despair roller coaster. The Red Sox claw their way to a place where they can just brush the tips of their fingers against .500, and then they stumble in painful fashion. Then, no sooner does depression set in, than they play an inspired series of games that puts us on the edge of our seats again.
Still, it's getting to be about time to acknowledge at least a bit of stark reality. It's now a little over a month into the season, and we're not talking about flirting with a winning record, or improved standings in the division. We're talking about flirting with .500. Sidling up to mediocrity. Aiming for lukewarm. And still not getting anywhere quite yet.