Apparently the Red Sox are supposed to go 162-0, win the Cy Young, the AL MVP, Rookie of the Year, sweep the ALDS, ALCS, and the World Series as well as win the Nobel Peace Prize.
Because based on the number of people ready to jump off the Tobin Bridge just because the Red Sox lost a squeaker to Seattle today and went 2-4 on the road trip I'm assuming Chicken Little was right and the sky really is falling.
My friend Kelly O at www.sittingstill.net posted this on FB tonight and hopefully she's OK with me using it here.
"You're going to win 50 and lose 50; what you do with the other 62 is what makes the difference."
Have I ever mentioned Kelly is wise?
Ever since the game ended I've been focusing my attention on Thursday, when I leave the hooligans and stress in Angie's hands for a few days and head north to Vermont, then Boston.
Good friends, the Red Sox, and the most beautiful place on earth will be there too.
My productivity over the next 3 days will be between slim and none.
Put your money on none.
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