Gotta Dream Boy.

With the football finally, finally behind us we can fully turn our attention to the most glorious game of baseball. Players are trickling into Fort Myers; truck day is this week; pitchers and catchers next week. Spring, despite the chill in the air, is in sight.

Where am I going? I don't know.

 I hate to say it because I feel like a terrible jinx but this could be an okay team. If the pitching holds up (and Jon Lester's decline is just an illusion and not an indication that his best days are behind him), there is the possibility that this could be a good team. If Mike Napoli's pelvic bone doesn't collapse in on itself after a particularly enthusiastic swing, there is the possibility that they could be a very good team.

Two years ago, of course, they were going to win one hundred and sixty-plus games in the season and gleefully roll through the post-season. Last year they were a very good team, with a chip on their collective shoulder, embarrassed about the way 2011 ended. And we all know how that went.

Where am I heading? I ain't certain.

The problem is the number of question marks on this team. Has David's ankle healed well enough for him to be what he was last year? Can the youngest Drew be useful? Can Napoli make it through the season without needing a wheelchair? Will he be passable at first? Will our Will strike out one hundred and fifty times this season?

Then there's the question of John Farrell. Did he learn from that disaster that he presided over in Toronto? His teams were sloppy and lazy. I hate sloppy baseball. They were stupidly aggressive. How much of that was the team and how much of that was him? Is he intransigent? Did he push his team beyond their abilities? Did he not recognize their limitations?

All I know is I am on my way.

They might not be much to look at [Aside: Shane Victorino's Hawaiian accent is very cool.] but they're my team. I knew my enthusiasm would return. Have at it boys. And please try not to be embarrassing this season. Thank you.