This is pretty much how I feel on Opening Day. Only paler.
Another Red Sox Opening Day is upon us and, holy shitnips, it’s the tenth 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 year’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 2013 underdogs. At this point–and I say this in all seriousness–I’ll consider getting through to the All Star Break without an anthrax attack in the clubhouse to be a major success.
We’re in a good place this year. No lofty expectations. No number one picks. No World Series odds. Just a bunch of guys trying to wipe a little tarnish off that Red Sox logo.
Crack a beer, take off your pants, enjoy the show. It’s Orsillo time.
