Corrections, etc.

Let me say this: I wish I had a good excuse. When I said a little over a month ago that Varitek going down wouldn't kill the Sox I wish I had been drunk or on medication or suffering from amnesia. But I wasn't, and Varitek going down did kill the Sox because they brought in the useless Javy Lopez (who's probably still adjusting his sunglasses on his flight out of Logan after getting released this afternoon), and Mirabelli went thorough a stretch where he forgot how to call a decent game.

In all fairness to myself: Shilling got hurt, A-Gon got hurt, Manny got 'hurt', Ortiz had heart palpitations and Lester got cancer. That's a lot of fucking bad luck to throw on top of Varitek. Francona looks like someone shot his dog, and who can blame him: he's probably spent more time making hospital visits than he has figuring out which series of no-name pitchers he's gonna stitch together into a rotation.

I feel kind of bad for this team. I guess I never really thought they were that good, but they were in first place right up until the start of August. That fooled me into thinking they were better than they were. And so, in true Sox fashion, when it fell apart, I felt utterly deflated. And having the watershed series of the season come at home against the Yankees just seems like piling on. Why couldn't it have been the Twins who took 'em out?

I'll root for the Tigers for the rest of the season, I guess. But it feels weird to be shifting my focus to the Patriots so soon.