There’s nothing quite so awkwardly anti-climactic for a Boston Red Sox fan than yet another last place finish. No doubt, like me, you drove your spouse/friends/colleagues/pets to distraction with all the juicy gossip and inflated expectations before April 2015. After this they could pinpoint with almost precise certainty, indeed showing an ability to adjust the clocks to it, your descent into frustration fueled rage at how none of said expectations actually panned out. Indeed on the contrary.
But now, like a train derailing, it’s over and done. The World has moved on to the next big thing, like football season, Donald Trump’s hair and maybe, just maybe, the 2015 MLB Postseason.