The Odd Sensation of Dormancy
It happens every off season. The boys of summer give way to the wiles of winter and her cold shoulders. We call it the hot stove season. For good reason. Some think the hot stove is significant for the hot deals that may be made through the times when our favorite teams lay dormant, at least on the field.
Usually, though, in this northern hemisphere, just the hot stove is needed to heat up the winter. Other sports dominate and we enjoy them. But there is that missing note to the harmony in this time. It helps create an odd sense. Sometimes we hardly think of it. As trees surrender their leaves in glorious golds, raucous reds, and yellows, we are naturally swayed into the next season. Even if it is not the four seasons most often considered, we seem well trained for the changes. Nature tells us it is time for cold to take over. We tend to be two season people, those who are baseball fans. I know we can multi-task. I enjoyed the Florida Gators beating the LSU Tigers and the SC Gamecocks a great deal. I look forward to the Green returning soon. But there is still that large open spot that has to wait, wait til next season.
Nature has a built in expectation, too. We never think or feel this is the last winter. Or rather, this is the last spring or summer. Bears and squirrels don’t hibernate with the expectation of never coming out of their dens or nests.
But sometimes, the onset of the absence I speak of feels more like a long dormant period that just a quick moment filled with expectation.
This off season is one of those times.
I am not sure if others feel it, but it seems we are setting up for it. After a span of eight or nine remarkable seasons, our boys of summer have been cast into great uncertainty. We had the expectation that the new season would bear something worth celebrating. Some even came to expect it so much that it was no longer a pleasure to see the team play well but that it must perform superbly at all times and under all conditions. Alas, we aren’t in need of those high expectations any longer. At least not for a while.
The odd sensation I am getting is there is now a dormant period ahead. Not just for one season, or maybe two, but for some long period ahead. A cicada’s dormancy, not a squirrel’s. It isn’t a hopeless feeling but one that we will be seeing the lower portions of performance on the baseball diamond for some time to come. A bridge season now seems not only likely but more and more accepted and expected. Maybe more than one or two …
Maybe with the brand new announcement of John Farrell coming back, it may all change. We don’t know yet what we gave up to get him, but we will soon enough.
Friends and long time Sox fans, we have been through the dormant times before. It isn’t the end, just a time of uncertainty as to when we might again play near the top.
But until then, and including then, the heart yearns for the Red Sox. The winter’s cold cannot chill that desire.