Just when I think I can no longah reconcile cheering for the Red Sox while seeing anothah person crying for help or just croaking right there while the anguish porn camera is rolling, along comes Jonathan Papelbon.
Totally. I mean aftah reading about the kid vomiting in grief when they took his puppy away, I was like, "Fuck the peanuts and cracker jacks, this lot ain't nevah getting back."
Papelbon spends the entire week checking on his family and friends, his Godmothah is homeless, his Novembah wedding hotel undah watah, and he comes in with poise, aggression, and ahm action to work a dynamic 8th.
No mattah how bad the situation, one can't give up on baseball.
Baseball represents America. And America represents hope.
Today is the day the day things staht to get bettah for the victims of Hurricane Katrina, the rally has begun.
All it takes is for one good thing to lead to anothah good thing … down but nevah, evah out.
Notes from the author:
Is the tone of today's strip out of character for the usually acerbic, sarcastic, and iconoclastic Soxaholix? Perhaps, but, honestly, I just didn't have it in me today to veer the strip into those murky, toxic waters . While in the past it's been easy to provide and irreverent and profane voice to such topics as the death of the Pope or the Terry Schiavo ordeal, for instance, the abysmal, and seeming to get worse each day, situation resulting from Hurricane Katrina feels different to me. And it's not like I don't have whole shit load of personal impudence building up inside me over what is happening, or rather, not happening, with respect to the rescue operations. I just don't feel right in having The Soxaholix strip/blog generate humor or otherwise take advantage of the situation. (Goodness knows it's not like there isn't a lot of that going on already.)
On the other hand, it felt equally wrong to just ignore the cataclysm entirely.
I want to add, too, that I'm earnest in my belief that baseball is a reflection of ,or a hope of, our better nature and all that we aspire to as individuals, as fans, as teammates, and as a nation. After all, the essence of the game of baseball is about leaving home and fighting adversity as you attempt to return home.
Now I know it's quite easy and borders on the unseemly to sit hear with dry feet from the comfort of my cozy abode and wax philosophical or take a Pollyannaish "bottom of the 9th but we can rally view" when I'm not the one being tested every minute by the crisis. But when the alternative is to gnash my teeth, wring my hands, and bang my head on the floor while shouting "Something. Must. Be. Done!" and is as equally ineffectual in having a positive impact on the situation, I'll take to wearing the rally cap and hoping for the best.