Daydream Believer

You know, whatever I’m doing superstition-wise isn’t working, clearly. All the rallies in these games, all these glimmers of hope that say to me “keep at it”, have been false alarms. So to paraphrase Auden, I’m going to stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Lucky shirts will get washed. Lucky baseballs will stay untouched. I will be allowed to move away from the computer even when the Sox are doing well. One win at a time. One win at a time. Cheer up sleepy Jean.