I didn't watch any sports tv today. I avoided the internet (until now), the radio, most of my family and a sizeable number of my friends. The facts are inescapable. The Red Sox season is over and deservedly so. With no strong starters, nothing coming out of the bullpen, bats that won't heat up and a closer who is either overworked (my husband's words) or undergood (my words) any foray into the post season was likely to brief, unspectacular and possibly quite painful. Still, we New Englanders cling to hope long after more reasonable follk have chalked up their losses, licked their wounds and moved on. I gave my annual "I'm really done with the Red Sox this time!" rant to which my husband rendered his traditional reply "See you next spring". And I'll be here. Four games into the season I'll say something idiotic like "The Red Sox are in first place" to which every member of Red Sox nation within hearing distance will nod and start listing off all the ways the Red Sox are better than the Yankees this year. For now, it's onto football and hockey, as a basketball season appears to be slipping away. All that's left to wonder about this baseball season is whether Tito and Theo keep their jobs.
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