Now that Opening Day has passed and the sweet tang of victory (practically forgotten by SF’s–the Sox rode an 8-game losing streak into the end of the season last year and had a September as bad as their 2011 version, though thankfully without the incredible gutpunch to finish the job…a sigh of despair instead of a cry of anguish…SF’s are well-versed in the flavors of loss, you see) has been tasted again at long last, this SF is glad for the off-day. The afterglow is prolonged a bit–the entire season has been a success. Jackie Bradley, Jr. has a .600 OBP and is clearly the second coming of Ted Williams (so what if Jr. doesn’t have a hit yet?), the bullpen was pretty f*cking great (except for Miller starting the 7th off heart attack style), and all is in general roses.
Those (YF and SF alike) ready to call the Yankees doomed (and yeah, that Opening Day lineup was not particularly inspiring…Cano is the only one who engenders healthy respect…Bailey vs. Youk was a little scary, I’ll admit) might do well to remember we’re doing this 161 more times this year.
If the score had been reversed, SFs would be bemoaning the continuing awfulness that is Red Sox baseball, and YFs would be riding high on the belief that things are somehow going to be okay again this year. Would they be right? Are we right to feel the way we do because things turned out as they did?
One game at a time. The first one WAS pretty awesome, though. Maybe Lester could pitch six next time. Up for it, Buchholz?