Video Meliora, proboque; Deteriora sequor

Miraculous Soxus

Like Mark of Irish Elk, I turned off the television during the seventh inning. My eyelids were getting heavy. Even as I fipped the switch I cursed the baseball god (i.e. Money) for scheduling games late in the day. I'd made an implicit bet that the Sox wouldn't come back, but to routintely make that bet is to deny yourself the whole purpose of sport - to live "the thrill of victory … and the agony of defeat" as the famous ABC's Wide World of Sports tagline goes. By definition, once-in-a-lifetime comebacks will come only late in the game and only when hope is gone. So I feel like I'm in the not unusual situation of not having heeded my own words when I said that baseball is a game without clock and that anything can happen!