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Sep. 26th, 2005 01:29 pmDear Red Sox,
I had an interesting revelation last night. This year is different. This year, fighting to get into the postseason, we are not afraid of the damn Yankees, or the Indians, or any other team that might pose a threat. Nope. We're afraid of you.
See, it's the stress. Yeah, yeah, we know, don't talk to you about stress, and you probably know far better than we about the things that are wrong. But it's all swirling in our heads right now. The injuries (we can see Gabe Kapler going down whenever we close our eyes). The questionable pitching (who'd have imagined we could ever be conditioned to fear Curt Schilling taking the mound). The nights when David Ortiz is the only hitter who can seem to get his bat on the ball. The errors in the infield and outfield alike.
It's hard to remember that this team with these flaws has still gotten this far. That you are working with what you have and it's gotten you farther than maybe it should have. That you have heart and grit and all those baseball clichés that exist for a reason. Right now, in the terrifying press of the week before postseason, neck to neck with that team in New York, it's impossible to step back and take a deep breath and be objective.
So don't be angry at us for panicking after you just completed a sweep. A sweep is wonderful, but it's only a small piece of this puzzle. There is more baseball to play, and we're scared. But only because we love you.
With love,
Cathryn
I had an interesting revelation last night. This year is different. This year, fighting to get into the postseason, we are not afraid of the damn Yankees, or the Indians, or any other team that might pose a threat. Nope. We're afraid of you.
See, it's the stress. Yeah, yeah, we know, don't talk to you about stress, and you probably know far better than we about the things that are wrong. But it's all swirling in our heads right now. The injuries (we can see Gabe Kapler going down whenever we close our eyes). The questionable pitching (who'd have imagined we could ever be conditioned to fear Curt Schilling taking the mound). The nights when David Ortiz is the only hitter who can seem to get his bat on the ball. The errors in the infield and outfield alike.
It's hard to remember that this team with these flaws has still gotten this far. That you are working with what you have and it's gotten you farther than maybe it should have. That you have heart and grit and all those baseball clichés that exist for a reason. Right now, in the terrifying press of the week before postseason, neck to neck with that team in New York, it's impossible to step back and take a deep breath and be objective.
So don't be angry at us for panicking after you just completed a sweep. A sweep is wonderful, but it's only a small piece of this puzzle. There is more baseball to play, and we're scared. But only because we love you.
With love,
Cathryn
