Red Sox Chick/Toeing the Rubber

Because you always need a backup plan

Today we rejoice!

Monster Baby is not excited...but we can be! (Click here for the rest of my Truck Day pics)

I know how (a lot of) you feel. You want to be excited. Pitchers and catchers report today! This is out day to be full of joy and happy and merry anticipation! But you have concerns or, worse yet, you don’t seem to care at all. You want to care, you do, but there are so many negative residual feelings left over from 2011 that you aren’t sure if you can. I have felt this same way for the entire off-season.

I went to Truck Day armed with my camera and a hope that seeing Fenway and the equipment truck would shake me out of it. I then spent many hours after that truck departed lamenting the state of my beloved team and using some very strong curse words to describe various players still wearing the Red Sox. So I get it. I know that every time you see Terry Francona on ESPN you’re going to be sad. I know that every Phillies game that Fox airs on a Saturday afternoon is going to make you want to throw things at the television every time they show Jonathan Papelbon. I know some of you are secretly hoping that every move Theo Epstein makes turns out to be an epic failure for the Cubs (maybe that last one is just me). As much as it annoys me when people say this so casually, I’ll let Cher give you my advice:

Because what other choice do you have? I can’t choose to be miserable. I mean hell, sure I can CHOOSE to be miserable but why would I? Why is so much of sports fandom wrapped up in being pro-actively unhappy? Many of the decisions made by this team lately have dumbfounded me. Some have angered me. But on April 13th, thanks to the generosity of a dear friend, my butt will be in Fenway Park freezing as it has been for many years now. Why am I going to attend a baseball game in person in APRIL* if I don’t care about the damn team? I’m not. But this year I will be there because, dammit, no matter how many Popeye’s jokes get made I want to see Josh Beckett et al lead this damn team to victory.

I am tired of being sad or, worse, indifferent about what has happened to my team. (Yes, I said “my” team. It’s my team. It’s your team too. It’s our team. I try to avoid it when writing, but I use “we” in reference to the team as well. Not going to change now.) I can choose to put all the unpleasantness behind me (yesterday’s Twitter bombing of all the Boston sports writers covering Papelbon’s press conference didn’t help that, admittedly) and focus on the new season or I can just wallow for a while. (I’ve been wallowing for a LONG while and, quite frankly, am sick to death of it.) So I woke up this morning and decided that enough was enough. I’m going to embrace this day like I’ve embraced every one of these days for many, many years now.

Pitchers and catchers report today, people. Rejoice, friends, for Spring Training is upon us!

February 19, 2012 - Posted by | 2012 | , , , , , ,


    Name on the Back is irrelevant

    Comment by Tex19 | February 19, 2012 | Reply

  2. I’m not miserable. I’m happy for signs of spring in general – but I’m not getting excited (yet) about baseball either. Perhaps once the season starts and I see some fire and desire that might change me. But I’m not going to run to Fenway and give the organization any money of mine (beyond what they get off the slice of my cable bill) until I see that desire. I expect it will mostly come from the young guys and maybe that’s how it should be. But I remain a tad sad about how things ended. If members of my family or my friends gave up on me or let me down in the way that the team (minus a few players) did last year – if other people I loved got caught in the crossfire – I would expect, or at least hope for a bit of remorse or contrition before I gave them back my love and forgiveness.

    Maybe if I had been miserable and wallowed since last fall – I too would want to put this in the rear mirror for my own sense of well being. But mostly I felt disappointment – perhaps as much in me for allowing myself to care so much for people who didn’t appear to care back. And I don’t think it’s because the media convinced me it was so. I think I saw it on the field and in the dugout.

    And I would like Tito and Theo (mostly Tito) to have great success – Papelbon, eh. The more money the players make, the harder it is for me to care about them – especially if they think it’s their right becuase they can throw or hit a ball…

    Comment by jojo | February 19, 2012 | Reply

  3. Although if Bobby V. runs these guys ragged in ST – I might enjoy that because I’m a vindictive bitch. 🙂

    Comment by jojo | February 19, 2012 | Reply

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