How superstitious are you? Have you started moving some things around? Red Sox magazine, the foul ball from this year’s spring training game tossed over by a player to your girlfriend? How about the bat I was holding when Damon hit that grand slam in Game 7? I was in a great used bookstore on Route 28 outside of Woodstock, NY years ago and saw the owner holding onto an old bat from the 40’s. He said I hold onto it during every game, while a Yankee broadcast blared from small radio speakers. That’s when I started my habit of swinging in my living room during games.(More about the bat later.)
Maybe it’s my fault for bringing up Damon. Or this identity crisis all the Globe writers are talking about–perhaps I shouldn’t have quoted Butch and Sundance, running up through the mountains, forsaking one horse, then the second, deciding to make their fugitive run on foot, asking “Who are those guys?” about the posse they couldn’t shake. What is it that the Red Sox can’t seem to shake off? Some days it just looks like Spring Training, with all the injuries and shifting line-ups. A few games have been magnificent. Forgive the hyperbole–maybe it’s too early to say a game is magnificent, except for the no-hitter by Ubaldo and the perfect game by Dallas. So who are we? Pretenders or Contenders?