Confession of a Sox fan
I'm not jumping off
the Sox bandwagon. The bandwagon lost a wheel and I got tossed. There's a difference. The 2003, 2004, 2005 seasons were also draining -- and had me contemplating each October morning that I was a mere step away from AA rehab and McLean. Now I'll have my autumn back this year. Fall foliage. Football games. College reunions. Trips up north without superstitious guilt that Manny, Papi and Curt actually need me on my superstitious bar stool. I'm going to get a life this year.
... I'm also going to rake lawns, carve pumpkins, read Yankee magazine on a hammock, pick apples, remember my godson's birthday and warm my hands on a quaint autumn bonfire while the voices of Gil and Gino waft in the background. Most of those idealized autumn activities will never occur of course. But I'm going to rest up and take it slow this autumn anyway. ...