Red Sox Fans: It gets better. It does. It REALLY does.
It’s going to be okay. I know it looks bad. I know it smells like Nicholas Cage now. But I am here to tell you- those of you too young to remember 2003… that it DOES get better.
And what’s the alternative? Really?
It’s like that dream Romeo keeps having in Romeo and Juliet… Where Romeo knows “untimely death” is ahead- and yet-
“But he that hath the steerage of my course, direct my sail…”
He embraces it. It could be that Shakespeare degree I have (the one that just keeps making me bank, you know), but it’s exactly the same thing. You know the crap is about to rain from the cruel, cruel heavens… It’s going to smack into your soul like smushy hail… and yet you STILL leave your umbrella at home. Because, damn it if you couldn’t use the fertilizer…
You can complain. You can curse. You can shake your fist at the television. And you can throw things at that tissue effigy of Jacoby Ellbury you made under the table during your date last night… but you can’t quit.
You know it. They know it.
Such is the way of RedSoxism.
Boy does it blow.
Better bend over. It’s easier that way.
You know what helps me? This song. It was playing on my way home from work today. So, I rolled my windows down and blasted it through bad neighborhoods in Durham. In the Chevy Aveo. Because I am THAT cool.
Do it with me. Let’s do it together. Turn the volume up on your computer, stand in front of your mirror and let the tears flow…
Because… no matter how HORRIBLY you hit…
We’re going to … KEEP ON LOVING YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.
Am I singing by myself? Again?!
I DON’T WANT TO SLEEP… I JUST WANT TO KEEP ON LOVING YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.
Is it helping yet?
You are NOT alone!!!!!
And seriously. It’s been LESS than a week. It will be OKAY.
It’s Jason Varitek’s birthday today. I miss him so.
The REAL “It Gets Better Project” is really neat and worthy of your attention- it’s a valuable resource if you know anyone in trouble. Click HERE.