Torturous Series

My friend AMC is a songwriter who recently married and moved to Boston where she is now studying at Berklee College of Music. She recently e-mailed me a few lyrics she started writing this week about being in Boston right now. Of course, with a caveat, as it’s still a work in progress :) The last verse goes like this:

Baseball riot

too much excitement for one night

won't get quiet

til the morning light

but you'll be glad to know I survived

despite the baseball riot, I'm alive

And of course, she hit it right on the head when she began her e-mail, “Sorry about your intense baseball jealousy.”

The freaking Red Sox. I cannot believe this is happening again. The Cubs season is a distant memory and all these Boston people are just happy as can be. I am jealous, jealous with the intensity of... well, whatever. I’m in a bad mood. Literary quality suffers. I’m just really jealous.

At least this season the Boston fans all seem to realize that the public sympathy abandoned them, so they’re more cautious about their enthusiasm, at least in Austin. So we’ve got that going for us. But the enthusiasm is there, and I can’t take it much longer.

My friend JAS works in web and television in Boston, and reports: “Mood here is nuts everyone thinks it'll be a sweep....such is life in Boston....” and then—of course—couldn’t resist tossing in, “there's always next year for the Cubs right?”

Right. There is. Next year it’s our year.

But that helps absolutely zero right now.

(Side note, JAS recently helped orchestrate a competition at the new video game Rock Band between a Boston band featured in the game, Bang Camaro, and a couple of guys from the Fox Boston Morning show. Or you can go straight to the video.)

For Cubs fans everywhere, reliving Josh Beckett flashbacks, this World Series is looking an awful lot like it’s going to be torturous. It was supposed to be our year this year. Now it’s not.

So I'll just say what we're all thinking: Go Rockies.