The Pallbearer.

One doesn't like to be all doom and gloom. But maybe, it's time for the Red Sox twitter account to stop pretending like a game Chris Sale pitches is an event worth looking forward to.

Fools Rush In.

I don't know if they also head for the hills first.

This? This stinks.

Normally, I'm a cautious sort of person: gather the data, consider the options, make a fully-informed decision. Last year's team was so much fun, though, I just jumped in with this group. I believed.

Now, I'm starting to think: Alex Cora can't spin gold, you do need a competent bullpen, and this team has serious flaws that can't be papered over.

So. Do I bail? They're certainly not entertaining. At the same time, though, they can't be this bad for the next five and a half months. Right? They have to get better at some point. But is there any real reason to think that?

It's demoralizing.

Can't Hardly Wait.

There is a certain awkwardness to having an Opening Day! celebration almost two weeks into the season. (Not your fault, I know. But there it is.) And then there's the utter embarrassment one feels for having an Opening Day! celebration for a team that has not just stumbled but has, instead, belly-flopped flat onto its face and managed to chip a tooth on its way out of the box.

But then you go and post this video:

No one said it would be easy. #OpeningDay pic.twitter.com/qBvlq8zsJi

— Boston Red Sox (@RedSox) April 9, 2019

Fine. Have your party.

Out to Sea.

I like Eduardo. I do. He seems like a nice kid and he oozes personality. But he's so very frustrating. Very, it just occurs to me, Daisuke like.

He seems to insist on doing all the work in an at bat. Seeking the glamor of a strike out, he can't tempt batters into swinging and getting themselves out. So he runs the count full and can't last deep into the game. A good strategy for the opposing team would be to just stand there for the first five pitches of the at bat. He throws you two strikes? No problem. He's going to follow it up with three pitches outside the strike zone. And then you'll either walk or he'll have to throw something worth swinging at.

It's frustrating because there's real talent there. Or, at least it seems like there's real talent there. Maybe this is it for him. This is who he is: a kid who could be good, if he'd just get over himself.

Dream for an Insomniac.

Hooray! A win! (One has to take what one can get with this team.)

You, possums, you all can thank me. When I was getting dressed this morning (really yesterday morning), I saw a pair of socks (black with white polka dots) in my drawer and said to myself, "Well, they won the last time I wore these..." So I put them on and voila. You're welcome. Of course, they're socks so they are in the laundry basket and won't be available to work their magic again until next Tuesday. So you'd better figure out how to win without them.