So that's how I feel today. Like a resident of some imaginary town in a children's poem.
"Upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat"
"Upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat"
But with Beckett going tomorrow night...
"A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast"
For when the dust lifts....
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Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout;
But there is no joy in Beantown
— mighty Manny has struck out.
Don't panic. If there's any team in baseball that could blow this lead with two of the best pitchers in the universe going in games five and six, it's the Indians.
Remember '99?
All I had today to console myself and stem off the attacks from the bandwagoneers that plague a newsroom filled with stories of the impending victory was the memory of sweet Octobers where our victory came roaring home.
That's why I inclued the line "for when the dust lifts" and not the entirety of the poem, hoping to avoid a similar outcome. Or at least imply one.
Still, while you remain an Indian fan, with a history most prone to destruction, I remain a Red Sox fan and we invented heartache. So it, at times, is nearer to my breast.
All this inflated prose to say I am guardededly optimistic. I believe. But I doubt. I would make a poor Thomas and a good one at the same time. Fine is the line in these games between happiness and heartache.
Oh, and Joe Borowski is your closer.
CHEER UP AARON JUST THINK OF WHAT MANNING SAID YESTERDAY, THEREIS ALWAYS NEXT YEAR. THAT MADE THE DAY FOR FANS IN BOSTON YESTERDAY
I didn't know one of the Manning brothers played baseball...fascinating!
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