You know that old adage, hope springs eternal? I think that takes on extra meaning this year.
Put aside everything that happened in 2020, both with the Red Sox, and with the rest of the world. Turn the page over and start fresh. Let your hope rejuvenate from the ground up.
I personally lacked interest in baseball last year. I was mentally and emotionally preoccupied with other things, and I'm sure most of you felt similarly. I didn't even want baseball to come back. And this was before I knew we would finish in last place.
But, this year. Oh baby, we're back. Baseball is meant to be played in 162 game seasons, starting in the April chill, lasting through the dog days of heat and humidity, and into the dark, cold nights of October. We have reached a public health situation that is just healthy enough to feel good about the world - and ourselves - again, and to dive in ten toes deep with our favorite baseball team, uniting over the pointless banter and silly arguments that remind us that all is well enough in our lives to get to caught up in discussions about the lineup, our dear friend WTF Cora, or which reliever is the biggest bum. This may be the most excited I've ever been for a season, and I hope y'all feel the same way.
LHP John Means vs RHP Nathan Eovaldi
2:05 PM start
Weather looked iffy earlier in the week, but it has improved. Cloudy with a chance of light rain. Not overly warm, but who cares? We're playing baseball in Boston in April.