A pessimist would point out that this Red Sox start could be billed as a proof of team building concept. That the soundbite from CEO Sam Kennedy taking a “reports of our death are greatly exaggerated” tack feels too easy to imagine, the calendar into May and these carmine Wile E. Coyotes yet to notice the ground has disappeared beneath them.
Not here. Too bleak, even for a ’90s teen like this one. The farewells of Mike Gorman and Jack Edwards on back-to-back nights was a little much to handle.
And what the Red Sox have done is, frankly, too mystifying not to enjoy at least a little.