The All-Star Break is upon us, and the Red Sox are at .500.
Isn't that just perfect? That after 86 games and three long, conflicted months, the Sox finished the first "half" in the same place they were before this insanity started. No better. No worse. All the more frustrating.
Of course, that's just on paper. In reality, the Sox are much worse off today than they were on April 5. Since Opening Day, Carl Crawford has picked up two new injuries without setting foot on Fenway's field. Jacoby Ellsbury messed up his shoulder and we still don't know if he'll make anything of this season. On top of that, there are no guarantees that Dustin Pedroia's thumb or Josh Beckett's shoulder will make it through the year. Youk's gone, and his replacement's already hurt. David Ortiz gets pissier by the day and Jon Lester isn't far behind. Meanwhile, these days Adrian Gonzalez is a singles hitter who's at risk to miss Yankees games with a head cold.
Every fear we had about this team before the season has come to fruition, and then some. Of course, the year hasn't been without a few high points the general success of the bullpen, Jarrod Saltalamacchia's emergence, the guy with the paper bag over his head but for the most part it's been a miserable experience. Everyone from the owners to the front office to the manager to the players to the media to the fans just seems so fed up with everything having to do with this team.
And really, this whole business of constantly lingering around .500 makes it worse. At this point, I think we're ready for this team to just turn the corner or keel over and die. If they're good, fine they're good! If they suck, fine they suck! Figure out a way to make it better.
Instead, they're just inconsistent. They have stretches where you truly believe that the best case-scenario is possible . . . followed by weeks of the most disgusting brand of baseball you've seen since last September. Rinse and repeat. Then wash your eyes out with acid.
It's enough already. At least for now. I don't know about you, but I could use a break. Maybe more than the players could. So with that, enjoy your few days off from the maddening Sox soap opera.
I know I will.