As the Sox continue to play rather well (winning 7 of the last 8 and sweeping the Royals to start the second half)…despite my logical belief that the season is over, my heart keeps insisting on prolonging the pain. As John Updike once wrote about baseball (and perhaps simply about being human):
“Nevertheless, there will always lurk, around the corner in a pocket of our knowledge of the odds, an indefensible hope…”
No, I don’t think the Sox will be playing past the series where they say goodbye at last to Derek Jeter (unless things get really strange and our teams see each other past that point…), but my heart wills it to be so.
To keep my futile hope alive, the Sox need to win a lot of games. They’d do well to start with this one where John Lackey toes the rubber against Hutchison. Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead. At least get to within a couple of games so that it really, really hurts when they don’t make it!