Yawn. All these suspenseless wins are getting boring.
Actually, no. That's not true at all. More please.
Bronson Arroyo got his proverbial shit together last night and threw a corker, giving up just a run in seven innings to complete the sweep of the Cincinnati Reds. Sox starters are 4-0 with a 1.55 ERA over the last four games. Saturn Nuts had some big help from
Big Papi, and more spotless relief from
Mike Timlin -- who, as pretty much the preeminent set-up man in the game at the moment, may soon be able to look forward to an All-Star Game
roster spot at his manager's discretion. And
high-rollin' Keith Foulke looked good sharp again, too. Hopefully those early season woes are behind him for good.
Interleague play is great when it's against the bad teams. What say we make it five, Wade?
Bring on the Bucs.
Oh, but let's not get carried away.
Dan Shaughnessy has pronounced from his lofty perch that Red Sox fans have become "fat and happy."
The desperation is not there. The urgency is gone. Anger has yielded to satisfaction.... The Red Sox are defending world champions for the first time since 1919 and the Nation is just not quite as hungry anymore.
Sox Blog doesn't buy it. (And neither do the
Soxaholix.)
Just take a gander at
this thread, or
this one, or
this one, started just days ago on
Sons of Sam Horn, and tell me you think real Sox fans are as complacent as those grinning morons the Shank portrays. Real fans enjoy the good times, sure. But they also and fret and bitch and moan and look for problems to fix and argue about ways to fix them.
Reasons to be cheerful? Of course. Some heretofore underperforming guys look to be coming around, and we've won four in a row. But three of those wins were to a team with the fourth worst record in the majors. And, uh, despite it all, we're
still three games behind those damned
orange birds. We'll never want for things to worry and complain about. And that's healthy.
We're Red Sox fans. And it's only June.