You gotta love these Red Sox. They are so appealing, so scruffy, beat up, with too much hair, and so much heart. They play scrappy, make errors, laugh it off, and WIN again. They are amazing and I have had a lot of fun watching their games and reading the sports pages. I have really come to be a complete Red Sox fan this year. Curt Schilling said yesterday that when he woke up he couldn't walk, and he thought he would never play last night. Another cut and paste on his ankle keeping the torn tendon away from the bone on Saturday made his ankle bloody and sore and the extra stitch they added hit a nerve. After they fixed that he said it felt like a miracle and they numbed it with painkiller injections and he pitched six wonderful innings. Wonderful because there wasn't a disaster. With the Red Sox, you drag out every superstition you ever had, and rub the rabbit foot and keep your fingers crossed. It is the sheer terror of defeat that makes us so happy to see them in the World Series. The Red Sox know disaster as well as triumph, and Red Sox fans are for the most part cautiously optimistic. In Meriam Webster's dictionary CAUTIOUS implies the exercise of forethought usually prompted by fear of danger. But, win or lose, we love the Red Sox, and this particular bunch of guys really has us caught up in Red Sox fever.
Back at work today and happy to be amongst people again, although I am staying in my office so not to threaten other people with my hacking cough. The new cure for colds is Veryfine Fruit2-0, a concoction of flavored water that is just right for sore throats. It has no calores, no caffeine, and has saved my life the last few days. It is made in Littleton, Massachusetts, and George and I took a trip out there and bought four cases of the stuff at half the cost of the grocery store. It is my newest obsession.
So, keep those cards and letters coming folks! Happy to have you on the blogger wagon, Ixsta, and the Red Sox are going to win the World Series -- BELIEVE it!
