When the 2009 season ended today, I didn't throw my television out the back door, or go outside and kick the neighbors dog or even stick my head in the oven and turn it to broil like I sort of thought I would.
I watched the Angels make the last out at Fenway, calmly walked down stairs, and played a few games of Hi Ho! Cherry-O with Rakes while Trot and Ange continued their Sunday afternoon nap.
Yeah, it was kind of anti-climatic considering I'm sure most people had visions of Tony Montana at the end of "Scarface" flashing through their heads upon learning the season was indeed over. Yes, I wish they'd have won. And yes, I wish they would still be playing instead of me having to contemplate exactly what I'm going to do with myself every night for the next 6 months.
Somehow two World Championships and 6 playoff visits over the last 7 years take some of the sting away. Besides, anyone who'd watched this team over the past 3 months realized they weren't hitting on all cylinders and there way more questions than answers.
Theo and co. have 6 months to try and figure out who to plug where and who to re-sign and I've got the next month to root against the Yankees and cheer for whoever is playing them so all isn't lost.
Congrats to Tito, Mills, Farrell and the entire team for getting this far. We may be saying goodbye to a few like Tek and Billy Wagner and possibly Ortiz and Bay but the exciting thing is who we may be saying hello to come next February in Florida.
Meanwhile, my wife, daughter, and two sons are gonna be pretty thrilled they get Dad back, at least for a little while.
I leave you with this; sometimes it's just gotta be enough.