I’ve been cheering on the Red Sox since I was old enough to be propped up in front of the black and white in my parents bedroom. There they filmed me watching the Red Sox play the yankees-which would be the norm these days- but in 1969 it wasnt as easy to roll tape on your newborn. And yet there I am, pondering defensive choices, pitch counts and batting stances I’m sure.
These early days of the 2012 MLB season are leaving Red Sox Nation as informed and confident as the blurry-eyed baby of yesteryear…Bobby V opening mouth, inserting foot about a viable concern in .176 Kevin Youkilis. Pedey getting pissed. Andrew Bailey bowing out before pitch one of the season. Bullpen scuffle and shuffle. Jacoby out 4-8 weeks with dislocated shoulder. Aviles failing to fill those nimble shoes. Schilling hurling his opinion at RSN when he should shut his yap. Beckett’s thumb only an issue when it gets to be one. Lester pitching some of the worst baseball of his career. But yay-Fenway’s 100th!!
For those of us who have been on the Sox rollercoaster for our whole lives, this year is no different. The one thing RSN will continually ask of ownership and players is honesty. Don’t play us for fools. We’ve done this far too long. Way before some of you were involved (born?) We don’t care that you lied to us about Lackey’s surgery, or need thereof, last summer. We are happy not to see his face, other than fleeting glimpses from the dugout (where he could also skip altogether), and still want to punch him in that moment. We are going to wait for the closer who replaced Papelbon to finally make an appearance; in the meantime, feel free to troll the free agents and open your damn wallets. A good closer is priceless. Papelbon was not given a number scribbled on a cocktail napkin. Bailey was the answer, and now he is a non-sequitor. Fix it.
Texas kicked our collective asses. Pummeled. Socked. Sank. Crushed. Destroyed. Mutilated. Embarassed. Beat. Owned. Schooled.
Not even New York, who we see day after tomorrow. The Twins escaped the yankees today, 6-5. Let it be that same team that lost to a 2-10 that we face this weekend. Sweeney, Papi, Pedey and Gonzo are solid; Ross, Aviles and Shoppach are hopefully going to break out; and Youk and Salty can’t get any worse. Right?
When I was waiting for the score to come up on the 1st Texas game, I had an innate feeling we lost. I still gasped upon learning such a dire defeat. Year after year of this ride, this chosen obsession, will prove somehing to me again: how good it feels to win, and how much it hurts to lose. 2012 is off to a days-of-our-dugout-he-said-boo-what? bunch of crap when it should just be about playing the game. Get focused, Boston. Says we, RSN Worldwide.