Hubris

It’s called hubris. Last night, Danny was sending text messages, gloating about A-Rod’s two homers. A little too soon, I think. A great thing about baseball, to paraphrase one of its most famous philosophers, is that it’s not over until it’s over. And in the bottom of the eighth, down 6-2, the Sox scored five runs, and won the first game of eighteen, despite a poor performance from Schilling, and without having to use Papelbon in the ninth. What about Okajima out of the bullpen? Two guys in the pen who can shut down the opposition in the ninth? Are you kidding me? Anyway, it was a reminder not to tempt the baseball gods. It’s only April, and it ain’t over till it’s over.