The Wall Street Journal has been on the Red Sox like David Ortiz on a low fastball. Today’s installment comes from columnist Jason Gay:
Boston Kids Finally Feel Heartbreak
Okay, kids, sit down. Pour yourself a nice glass of milk. Eat a delicious Green Monster cookie. Eat two!
Your carefree childhood is on the verge of being rocked.
You may not realize it, but you’ve been spoiled rotten. It’s not your fault. But you’ve been historically lucky, and the cosmic bill is way past overdue.
If you are a 10-year-old Boston sports fan, you have seen remarkable, glorious things. You have seen two Red Sox World Series titles, three Patriots Super Bowl trophies, a Celtics NBA title, and a Bruins Stanley Cup.
But that’s not Boston.
What Boston is, explains Gay, is longing, anguish, and heartache:
Mom shuts off the TV in the middle of an inning. Dad’s smoking Winstons on the porch. When the Sox make a pitching change, Grandpa kicks the coffee table and announces he has to “walk the dog.”
Grandpa doesn’t have a dog.
Regardless, the way things are going, he’s gonna need a bigger one.