I know this will fall on deaf ears to baseball fans of teams who've not yet found the ultimate baseball luck but it's hard to explain what coming as close as possible only to lose in the most heart breaking way over and over does to the psyche of a fan. It is a different type of torture than the disappointment of never getting close.
That aside, this is a little post I put on Facebook earlier while watching game one of the Sox/Rays series -- a little background first, I guess: The Sox are down 0-2 and the offense is doing nothing. The Sox have a runner on and Ortiz hits a ball to very deep left that Will Meyers is clearly calling for all the way, then inexplicably stops just as the ball lands behind him for a ground rule double. The Sox go on to score five in the inning. Jarod Saltalamachia drives in one with a double and scores later to get the Sox up 8-2.
"I've often thought to myself this baseball season, though haven't til now posted it, that Salty has been as clutch and valuable as any of the others who've gotten more credit.
On a second note: I guess I'm still an old Sox fan (expecting the worst). When Meyers misplayed that ball which led to 5 Red Sox runs, my emotions and thoughts were that there'd been a cosmic, as it were, makeup for that. When things like that happened to us, usually at the hands of the Yankees, you knew that was just the way it was and there'd be no change in fortune. Maybe eventually it'll sink in that our fortunes/luck has truly changed, as we're up 8-2."
So talk to me, baseball fans, about Salty and baseball luck.