My boyish nature is about to royally Disappoint me

The Red Sox started spring training last week. In my youth this time of year would be filled with hope. Spring is around the corner and the local 9 will be taking the field again for another baseball season. But, February has not felt like that for me in quite awhile.

Even with their most recent World Series win, the Red Sox have just not given me that fluttery feeling you get when you see the first shots of a football spiraling through the air in August or the Celtics are linked to the 10,000th high profile free agent. Why is that? Is it because MLB has butchered the sport I once loved and refuse to take any responsibility or worse yet any strides towards improving the game? Instead they decided to quibble with their players over money and bullshit the average fan has no part in? Is it because baseball is #deadtome? Yea that has a big role to play, but it’s also Red Sox driven. I just have not liked this team in a long time.

The Dave Dombrowski era Red Sox had no soul. They had home grown talent in Boegarts, Mookie, Benintendi, Jackie Bradley JR., Christian Vazquez, Raf Devers, and these guys won a world series! An exciting one to boot. The late inning heroics by Eovaldi, the trump card from Price, huge defensive plays. Still, something kept me detached from getting excited the following February. It just all felt fleeting with nothing to grab hold of.

This year is different. Call me crazy, I think this team is going to be worth paying attention to this season. There is a swath of young guys and even more un proven guys looking to make a splash. They have a manager coming off a cheating scandal with a lot to prove. Your stud shortstop seems like he is ready to take the leap into the Captains chair. You’ve got some personalities. Most importantly, I think this group of guys just want to show up and play baseball. God loves us if we have to deal with another over paid, soft skinned, no balls having bitch boy like David Price. No, give me the dirt dogs. This is a town that needs an under dog story in a sport crying for entertainment.

Alas, it is still baseball. The game is still boring as ever, the Red Sox have fully adopted the nerds over baseball guys, and the Red Sox pitching absolutely blows. So I will invest in this year like I have not since Big Papi declared Boston “our fucking city” and I’m sure to be sorely disappointed. Thanks Baseball. You’re #deadtome.