Tuesday, October 7, 2008
So, OK, the Sox lost. Am I heartbroken, crying about another loss in the playoffs? Am I beside myself with anguish?
Keep in mind, that anything that the Sox did this year was a pleasant surprise. Quentin and Ramirez produced far more than anyone thought, and the Sox pitching staff went above and beyond the call of duty. We were projected to finish last in the AL Central by almost every single sporting publication.
And yet we persevere.
MAKING the playoffs was already ridiculous, because let's face it, we were not worthy. Losing to the D-Rays doesn't upset me at all. They played great baseball, showed that speed and OBP are more important than the long ball, and were ultimately a class act (see: John Danks' fist bump with the enemy after colliding with the runner on a pop up).
That said, I'm pretty stoked to see what the Sox do in the offseason, and what the team looks like next year with an impressive core of starting pitchers that will be around for years to come (Buerhle, Danks, Floyd, Richard). There's no crying in baseball.