one game at a time
tonight, I will once again take my 10 pm nap, wake up in time to turn on the television at 1 am with a red bull in hand, try mightily to put away all notion of superstition and jinxes, try to breathe normally, not scream, and urge my beloved red sox on to one more victory with every ounce of my being.
i’m still taking it one game at a time. I haven’t bought a bottle of champagne just yet. i’m trying to stay focussed, and suppress any unbridled optimism from bubbling over.
but every once in a while, a rogue thought will burst through to the front of my brain. it’s the same thought every time, and i try to dismiss it as quickly as it surfaces.
“what if…” are some dangerous words.
don’t get me wrong. i *know* we can win this thing. i think this just might be the year.
but the “what ifs” are just too overwhelming to contemplate. just thinking about the possibility, or imagining the moment, can bring me to the verge of tears. the immense joy of victory finally attained, combined with the flood of sweet relief at freedom from “the curse”… it’s too much. right now, the idea of it all is just too much.
i’ll try (ineffectually) to put it all into words, when the time finally comes.
for now, it’s just game 3.
for now, it’s just too much.
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