The day after my team suffered a late season loss
I was still upset and annoyed.
I raged about it to a friend.
He said, “You shouldn’t love them so much! They don’t love you back!”
I had to think about that.
My friend was correct, of course.
I realized the Red Sox are like a summer boyfriend.
When you’re with him it’s all fun and games.
But when he inevitably disappoints you,
You wonder why you ever believed in him.
Still, you see him the next day, just in case.
Until September comes, then fades.
And you find yourself in October
Knowing he was either the real thing
Or he was just a summer distraction.
THE POETRY OF THE GAME