Aaron Fucking Boone

Good things always get taken away from us, often just when it most seems that they are permanent. This is an indisputable fact. I call these moments, the gut wrenching moments when you feel that the world is collapsing around you, Aaron Boone moments, after the asshole who hit a home run to end the Red Sox's World Series hopes in 2003. Now, these moments are inevitable part of any life that has anything good in it. To continue the Red Sox metaphor for a moment, people talk about "The Curse of the Bambino." It's bullshit, of course. Bill Simmons, of ESPN.com's Page 2, wrote a column on the subject. He was writing specifically about an HBO documentary on the Red Sox. He couldn't understand why they only focused on the negative, when there is so much that is positive in Red Sox history. The money quote:

"For the most part, Sox fans have been pretty fortunate. Including me. Over the past three decades, I watched an inordinate amount of winning teams (more than any other franchise in baseball), as well as stars like Lynn, Fisk, Tiant, Rice, Yaz, Eckersley, Evans, Mo, Nomar and Manny. I was blessed with the chance to see Clemens and Pedro in their primes -- two of the best pitchers of the past 50 years. Dave Henderson's homer against the Angels remains one of the great sports moments of my life. Same with Pedro coming out of the bullpen and blanking Cleveland in the '99 playoffs (conspicuously missing from the documentary, of course). And for all its faults, Fenway (in the right seats) is still the best place in the country to watch baseball."

This is how we should live our lives. It hurts so much when the good things are taken away, because they're so damn good. But it's much better to focus on the good parts, then the painful end. So that's what I try to do. The problem is that the Aaron Boone moments still hurt like hell. ::sigh::