keeping the ol' chin up

i am scrambling for a reason to believe.
something to restore my faith in my red-stockinged boys.
a glimmer of hope in the rapidly closing season.

i'm looking to the kids.
the rookies.
the starstruck little faces.
(and Cheerio Mouth, himself, really no longer a rookie, but the leader of the youth.)
the names we already know & love.
hoping that their spark is contagious.

Dustin Pedroia.
Jacoby Ellsbury.
Jon Lester.
Clay Buchholz.
Jonathan Papelbon.

i'm hoping that the future of Boston can breathe life into the team of today.
starting with Lestah.
tonight.
7:07pm.
(what *is* the deal with that start time already??)

i'll be ready with my lucky Sox jersey on.
praying that they don't crush what is left of my spirit.
hoping that they can combine their Puppy Power with the strength of the one bat that has carried us all season.
(if you don't know that i am referring to Mike Lowell, i question if you've been paying attention here at all.)

please don't let me down...