So last night I was discussing (with a fellow Red Sox fanatic) how I feel about the team right now. Â The short (and I’m guessing obvious) conclusion is that, right now, I don’t find it fun or entertaining to talk or especially write about the Red Sox. Â As a matter of fact, I find it quite painful.
It isn’t that I don’t care about the team…I do more than most (but not as much as some!)…but these past three and a half months (related to baseball) have sucked the life of me. Â It’s to the point where nothing that gets published about them surprises me. Â I found out yesterday that the Red Sox have suspended their rookie development program this year. Â Which, for me, was the cherry on this shit sundae of an off-season.
“With all the change to coaching and medical staff we are going to focus January on making sure we are fully prepared for spring training,” Sox general manager Ben Cherington said in a text. “The rookie program will return in 2013.”
I have no reason to not believe Ben Cherington when he says the program will return…but it just feels like this announcement is the death knell for it and, along with just about everything else that has happened since September, it makes me sad. Â I’m eager (and anxious) for this team to make an off-season move that doesn’t leave me scratching my head. Â Just one would suffice.
Last night I had a dream that the World Series in 2012 was played between the New York Mets and Toronto Blue Jays and Pedro Martinez was the first base coach (?) for the Mets (who ultimately beat the Blue Jays in seven games).
So if the Red Sox continue to stomp on my soul at least I have the Mets in the World Series to look forward to?
Somehow that doesn’t make me feel all that much better.