It’s a pretty bleak September here in Boston.
This is a town that defines itself by its sports teams, especially the Red Sox. In April, we had a promising team, a new manager, it was Fenway’s 100th birthday, and things were looking pretty great.
But now, less than a month til the start of the World Series playoffs, about half the guys we started out with now play for other teams, our manager is on the cover of Sports Illustrated because, basically, he sucks, and the hated Yankees are at the top of the standings while the Red Sox are in a neck-and-neck battle for last place with the Toronto Blue Jays.
Time for the cat named after one of the few players who hasn’t disappointed us to put on his anti-Yankees T-shirt.
We found this T-shirt at Fanieul Hall when we went back in July. It’s meant to be a dog shirt, hence the bones, but I think they work as a kind of skull-and-crossbones thing, too.
It’s also super-appropriate since Jacoby was named after a guy who stole home against the Yankees; it gives the word “bite” a little more…well, bite.
And you know what they say…”There’s always next year.”