Tuesday, September 4, 2012

It's Over: It's BEEN Over.

This season is like a never-ending train wreck. The horror just continues rolling along, and we are powerless to stop it, or look away.

There is no joy in the team. The manager is defeated, and quite frankly sounds like he yearns for retirement. The play on the field is flat. If you thought they were slumping from April-July, just get a load of their numbers in August. This team has been in a giant, collective slump all season, and they don't know how to pull themselves out of it.

It's a train wreck.. I feel no joy in watching it. I feel no compulsion to write about it. Like they always say, if you can't say something nice...

Every day, my Sox fandom looks itself in the mirror, straightens its navy blue "B" hat, sighs and announces we're still in for the long run. And we are. But we don't have to like it.

I'm taking solace in the fact that Keebler has the entire offseason to put his own stamp on the team. So far, he's traded away Youk, Shoppach, Beckett, Gonzalez, Crawford, and Punto, and essentially got back a diet soda with a loose lid from Wendy's. I don't know how much faith I have in his trade-making skills, but I have no choice but to go with it. For the record, I still feel a little numb about the trade, considering Beckett was my favorite pitcher for years and years. Also, I'm disappointed that Keebs stripped us of the chance to ever see a healthy Crawford play - but there's no guarantee that there would ever BE a healthy Crawford.

Also, Sauce? ENOUGH. Either shut your damn mouth or get off my team. There's enough negative feeling around the Sox without you being an asshole crybaby.

Twenty-plus more games to play, and it's looking more and more likely that this team will finish under .500 and in last place. I'm afraid to hope for change, because I don't know how much worse it can get. All I can do is try to shield my eyes from the carnage.

That being said.... go Sox.