Thursday, August 26, 2010

Ride or Die

This has always been a stressful time of the year for me. School is starting, the Tulsa Greek Festival is creeping up on me, work is still work, and most of all..... September is the last month of the regular baseball season. I live for the Red Sox, but I would die for them too.

This season, however, is looking grim. Soxtober is 34 games away, but right now we are 6 games behind the Yanks and the Rays... Ugh, I forgot how crappy this feels. You pour your heart and soul into a team that doesn't even know you exist. Regardless, you end up screaming at the T.V. like you're Terry Francona on a meth binge.

Before a game

Basically, for all you non-sports types, that means that we (and by we, I mean they) have to play our asses off. As in... We're pretty much screwed. Wicked screwed. Screwed like a light bulb in a socket.

My old college roommate can attest to how high-strung I would get watching a ball game. She couldn't tell you where home plate was to save her life, but she knew to retreat to her room before the 3rd inning... and by the 6th inning she would often come out again to make sure I was still alive, and to hide all the sharp objects. I owe her. That year, in 2008, when the Sox lost to the Rays in the ALCS, I didn't get out of bed the whole next day. It was pathetic. I don't even remember last year, if that tells you anything.

Sox fans are fickle creatures. Basically we are good at 4 things...
1. Loving the game
2. Bitching about the game
3. Losing.... and until the past 5 years...
4. Winning by the skin of our teeth

After the Game
So if by some miracle, orchestrated by the likes of ol' Teddy Williams and God, we happen to make it to the postseason, you will be sure to hear me moaning and groaning about it. Win or Lose.


  1. haha love the pictures! that was a great weekend!

  2. oh, how I miss the baseball days of our old place...