A World Series title suddenly appears to be as easy a task as asking “Siri” for the directions to the nearest Italian restaurant. And in the years that the Sox have not brought home the title, there were the Pats or Celtics or Bruins to fill the championship void. Over the past dozen years, a Boston team has competed in a championship series a dozen times. That’s 12 for 12. Even Disneyland cannot compete with that level of fantasy.
How will my generation explain this baseball utopia to our children? More importantly, how will my generation deal with losing?
Our parents and grandparents know all too well that losing is as inevitable as the turn of seasons. It’s easy to assure ourselves that we have the patience to withstand the constant failure that previous generations of Sox fans withstood when our 37-year old DH, considered to be in the twilight of his career two seasons ago, is coming off a .688 batting performance in the World Series.
So, in this decade of joy and celebration of our team, I must make a small plea to the younger generations of Red Sox Nation. Please understand that this recent bout of success is not our birthright but rather the accumulation of decades of struggle and persistence.
Red Sox Nation has always prided itself in its deep knowledge of the game. Sox fans understand how minuscule the odds of winning any title are and what it takes for a team to overcome those odds: the hours of late-night batting practice, the grueling months of playing through injury, the bad hops and missed opportunities that come with the grind of an exhausting season. In the past, Sox fans refused to grow complacent with losing, and they were justly rewarded after 86 years. The next generation of Boston fans is faced with a far more challenging task: refusing to grow complacent with winning.