The magic? It’s back. After a couple weeks of missed opportunities and infuriatingly silent bats, the Sox are finally firing all cylinders, cooking with gas and [insert your own cliche here]. This past weekend, the Jays were Tokyo and the Sox were Godzilla, mercilessly piling on the hits and looking very much the offensive monster they were last season.
And now, just as they’ve captured momentum and got the train fired up, we get… the off day. Yeah, I know these guys gotta rest, but these Mondays with no Sox are a fan buzzkill. What the hell am I supposed to do now? Watch “Yes, Dear”? Talk to the family? Polish up my collection of rare Denny Doyle figurines? Er, actually, they are getting a bit dusty…
