Never leave a game early.
Like. Ever.
Think, repeat, punch yourself.
Welcome to my Friday state of mind, as last night, nearly three hours into a listless performance by the Red Sox, I hustled down the stairs at Fenway and hightailed it to my car to beat traffic.
Well, not only did I still get stuck in traffic along with the other, oh, few thousand people who had a similar thought and were trying to hop onto Storrow before major gridlock, but I also missed one of the most amazing comebacks in Red Sox history.
Yes, better than the Mother’s Day Miracle. No, not better than erasing a 7-0 deficit in the 2008 ALCS. But still absolutely incredible.
Miracles happen, underdogs win battles, unlikely heroes emerge, et cetera. There are a million clichés that I could offer you, and a million analogies to miraculous Jewish survival to make, but I’ve made those comparisons on these pages before.
So, on this festive Friday morning, all I’ll say is that it really isn’t about miracles, or redemption, or suffering and survival… it’s just about belief.
As I tell kids who I’m coaching, or friends who are training for races, if you believe you can’t do it, you won’t do it. Clearly the Red Sox get that. Down six runs in the 9th inning, their comeback was improbable, incredible, eternally memorable, and absolutely inspiring, and they couldn’t have done it without being in the proper frame of mind.
So, Daniel, next time you’re thinking about beating the traffic and getting home at 10:30 instead of 11:30, and assuming the game is over when there’s still baseball left to be played, remember what you always say.
Never leave early.
You just never know.
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