Another Red Sox Opening Day is upon us and, holy shitnips, it’s the ninth motherflippin’ Opening Day since we started this weird-ass blog. But unlike last year, I’m not thumping my chest, daring all those who would try to grab the AL East crown.
Instead, in the wake of last September’s Hindenburg-esque descent back to earth, I’m just hoping our guys remain healthy, regain that fighting spirit, and draw as much inspiration as they can from being cast as 2012 underdogs.
Oh and if they can go the entire season without someone taking out a hit on their Manager, even better.
Bring on actual, meaningful baseball, I say. Bring it on.
