We have a decision to make. Today. It’s a decision one must make before the season goes a game further. It’s a matter of will. Mental preparation perhaps.
Yesterday we watched the Bard of Boston’s poetry crumble into meaningless gibberish.We witnessed familiar tragedy, the bullpen woes of last year stretching into our opening day anticipation. The likelihood of a former Sox player named Beltre hitting the game-winning double was pretty darn high, but yesterday it was another one named Murphy.(Did anyone else imagine him starting in right field for the Sox, with tens of millions of dollars in savings?)
First, though, Big Papi hit one out with the graceful power unseen until May last year. A beautiful at-bat we were celebrating for a short time.
So which path to take? An old question for Sox fans. Is it the more hopeful, optimistic view?
Or will you take on the worried, don’t-tell-me-how-it’s-gonna-end fatalism?
It’s up to you. You are the captain of your own fate. You can shake off the signs, ask for another set. It might define the season.