I’m not jumping off the bridge because the Sox lost their opening game (like they’ve done almost every year I’ve been alive). In fact, as ugly as last night’s game was, I’m kinda glad they got smacked around a bit. After an off-season full of parades and TV appearances and being treated like fricking kings, I hope the reminder that they are still the David to New York’s Goliath will bring them back to earth. Hello? Boston? Yes, it was an amazing comeback, but you were the Wild Card team last year. Don’t go gettin’ cockey, kid.
And, ya know, I love Jon Miller and Joe Morgan (at least as compared to the Fox alternative), but their constant harping on last year’s ALCS and the “aren’t we hip?” new music segment just served to remind me that all national sports announcers have devolved into marketing hacks. They’re out to convince us that there is no possible way we could enjoy the game without their hype. In their minds, they’re the Super Awesome Talent Agency, and we can’t live without them.
As for 2004, I’m with Theo Epstein who said, “Didn’t you get the memo? We’re not talking about that anymore. This is 2005.”
Now, if we can just get them to stop going on and on about steroids…