The Red Sox, May 2014

You're losing in a thousand different ways. If it isn't the pitcher, it's the offense. Last year everything went your way. This year you can't buy good luck, a lucky chance, a call that goes your way. The karma left and all that remains is a threadbare jacket that hangs too loose on your shoulders.

You wonder where it's gone, whether we'll keep hanging out with you or slink away.

Think of yourselves as a metaphor for life. When you climb that mountain it seems as if you found a comfortable perch. Then there's a tremor, loose pebbles, worn out treads, and you start slipping down. Soon you're on the bottom looking up and the top seems so high and far away. Besides that all the other climbers are almost out of sight.

The only thing you can do is pick yourself up and start climbing.