Monday, March 06, 2006
Happy Days are Here Again
Last October, as the lights went out at Fenway Park and the players packed up and left for home, some were not very subtle about when (or if) they wanted to come back. As if it wasn't bad enough to be swept in the ALDS, the team itself seemed to be unraveling at the seams. By the end of the month a certain gorilla walked off into the shadows, signifying a dismantling so complete, it could not have been better orchestrated by king georgie himself.
Depression. I suppose that's an appropriate way to enter a long, cold winter. The Rocket would reckon we missed that feeling... that we called it back on our own - that we wanted this misery. We in the Nation must have something to complain about, after all. Right?
Were it not for football, reb might have sworn off sports altogether. In fact, it may have seemed to you, dear readers, that she had. No such luck, kids. While I did not have high hopes for our boys in blue last season, they seemed to pull things together toward the end there, at least until they had to return to the dreaded Denver (I hate Mile High Stadium. Thank you, wild horses, for reminding us here in New England what it's like to end the season with a loss.) At this point reb was sinking from sadness, seeing nothing but desolation on the boston sports' horizon.
The sting from our latest loss had barely faded when things began to turn around - and in a big way. The foundation of the future of Fenway, which seemed to be crumbling apart less than two months before, found its footing again. It's been slow going, but players have been pieced together and began playing last week. It's a different group, as it always is in Spring, and time will tell how well these guys mesh, both old and new. But early signs are good, as previously pissy players appear to have made peace with their old uniform.
according to Wells, quoted from mlb.com:
Depression. I suppose that's an appropriate way to enter a long, cold winter. The Rocket would reckon we missed that feeling... that we called it back on our own - that we wanted this misery. We in the Nation must have something to complain about, after all. Right?
Were it not for football, reb might have sworn off sports altogether. In fact, it may have seemed to you, dear readers, that she had. No such luck, kids. While I did not have high hopes for our boys in blue last season, they seemed to pull things together toward the end there, at least until they had to return to the dreaded Denver (I hate Mile High Stadium. Thank you, wild horses, for reminding us here in New England what it's like to end the season with a loss.) At this point reb was sinking from sadness, seeing nothing but desolation on the boston sports' horizon.
The sting from our latest loss had barely faded when things began to turn around - and in a big way. The foundation of the future of Fenway, which seemed to be crumbling apart less than two months before, found its footing again. It's been slow going, but players have been pieced together and began playing last week. It's a different group, as it always is in Spring, and time will tell how well these guys mesh, both old and new. But early signs are good, as previously pissy players appear to have made peace with their old uniform.
according to Wells, quoted from mlb.com:
I think we're a better team this year than we were last year
In other words, either someone's putting something special in David's donuts, or he's getting excited about our team this year. And gosh darnit, SO IS REB. It's time to fall in love again with our boys in red.
# posted by Rebecca @ 10:23 AM 
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It's time to fall in love again with our boys in red.
Yup. Healthy, unambiguous man-love heading the Red Sox' way from this neck of the woods too. Even for David Wells ;-)
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Yup. Healthy, unambiguous man-love heading the Red Sox' way from this neck of the woods too. Even for David Wells ;-)
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