Pretty much nothing has been fun about the first 12 games on the Red Sox schedule. The eleven-games-in-eleven-days road trip out west to start the season was incredibly painful as Boston never found their footing and didn’t have a chance to collect themselves. Bad snowballed into worse which snowballed into disaster. The hope, reasonably so, was that returning to Fenway and getting a day off would be enough to kick the team into gear. That didn’t happen, and with each loss the hole this team is digging itself is only getting bigger. Obviously it’s too early to say anything of true meaning in terms of long-term contention potential with 150 games remaining on the schedule, but angst is understandably and rightfully growing every day.