Welcome to the 2013 Boston Red Sox, a Tom Werner production. "Every pleasure is yours to experience." After all, the bad karma of Bobby Valentine has evaporated, and a kinder, gentler Prodigal Son, John Farrell returns to steer the ship.
Red Sox Nation lives as a dystopian society, where older fans, reminded of "25 players, 25 cabs" are to be eliminated in favor of 'pink hats' and any corporate memory of the embarrassment of late in 2011 and all of 2012 removed.
In honor of principal owner John Henry, trend-following commodities guru, maybe we should go with "this time it's different." If only Johnny Gomes could be a pitcher, then we could wax poetic about the second coming of Ricky Vaughn. Future disgruntled centerfielder Jacoby Ellsbury is hardly to be heard, as media grooms us for (not 1984, but 2014) Jackie Bradley, Jr. And no doubt Shane Victorino has all the style and soul of the Kia hamsters.
Juan Nieves has already been drinking the Kool-Aid, as the Lester, Buchholz, Lackey, Doubront front line is already the parousia of Palmer, McNally, Cuellar, and Dobson from the 1971 Orioles.
I'm the Positive Dog, but even I have limits.
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