Being a Red Sox fan is like ordering a sundae and getting smacked with the spoon. Just when you think it’s safe to believe, the Yankees load the bases and your pretzel bag becomes your emotional support animal.
I enjoy following my favorite teams. Most people I know have teams. They get excited when they win, feel depressed when they lose. We quickly put the loss behind us and look forward with hope to their next game. It can be a crazy ride. It’s now baseball season in US and my team is the Boston Red Sox. This is the team that loves to break my heart each year. Here’s how a phone conversation went that I had with a friend who is also a Red Sox fan.
Ray. “I think the Sox are going to make the playoffs.”
Tim: “You gotta believe, Ray. They’ve got the pitching, hitting, and they that new third base player.”
Ray: “Are you watching the game?
Tim: “Yah, They’re leading 6 to 0 and it’s the 7th inning. WE got this. The Yankees are going down.”.
Ray: “You know how it is in baseball, Tim. It’s never over until it’sl over. The Yankees have the base loaded.”
Tim: “No problem, we’re bringing in our best reliever to face their slugger.”
Ray: “Why did he throw a fast ball on his first pitch. He hit a grand slam homer. It’s 6 to 4.”
Tim: “We got out of the inning, we’re still ahead. We got this.”
Ray: “I’m eating more pretzels than normal. I hate the Yankees. I don’t want to see them win.”
Tim: “It’s the 9th inning. There are two outs and two on and two strike on James. He’s their worst hitter. Oh, oh. “
Ray: “Oh oh is right.We’re losing 7 to 6. Excuse while I hunt for another bag of pretzels.”
Tim: “This was a tough loss.”
Ray: “You know it. We’ll get them tomorrow. Johnson is pitching. I’m going to the market. I need more pretzels.