You see, unlike Sully, I do have stuff to say.

You see, I am not a morning person. I generally go to bed between 1-3 am, and wake up between 9-11. By wake up, my body is physically awake, but my mind doesn’t kick into gear for 30 minutes or so after I am up.

Today, because of a small vacation I am taking this weekend (No Jeff until Tuesday probably. I’m leaving tonight, so no Yankee preview either), I was forced to take the 7 am shift at work. Not only do I have a headache, but I’ve slammed two Cokes (I don’t drink coffee), and I’m still dozing off. I just can’t wake up.

I think that is a good analogy for the Red Sox this season. The just won’t wake up.

I don’t know if it is a function of expectation, but the Sox have played some pretty uninspired baseball the last few months. It hasn’t been bad baseball (despite some ugly losses), but it hasn’t been good either. It’s been mediocre baseball since the double header sweep against the Devil Rays in May.

Actually, I’m convinced it was a function of fan expectation. And it pisses me off they aren’t playing better. Expectation begets frustration in this case.

Anyway, last night, Pedro pitched great, and then like hell. Johnny Damon played a bad centerfield, and I think to the disappoint ment of Costiglione and Trupiano, the infield defense of Millar/Mueller/Youkilis/Bellhorn didn’t kill Boston.

The Sox didn’t really hit, save Kapler, and the end result was a 10-5 loss. To the Orioles.

Despite all this, I’m still optomistic that the Sox can make it to the playoffs. They swept the A’s, and took 2/3 from the Rangers at home, and then split on the West coast. Except for Seattle, these are good teams they beat up on. The Red Sox were especially brutal to the vaunted pitching of the Oakland Athletics. Facts over looked by the “They’re ruinin’ my summmmaahhhhh!” crew.

Frustration begets blindness.