When they're playing this bad... why bother?!

I know this is supposed to be about books and reading, but I need a moment to gripe here.  When the Red Sox are playing this bad (off to a 4-9 start and just got 4-game swept by one of their main rivals, the Rays), it's really all you can do.  It's hard to concentrate on reading a book a day when your mind keeps drifting off to the horrifying image of Bill Hall trying to catch a ball (sort of his job, but clearly, a bit of a problem right now), or of J.D. Drew trying to hit, or of any of our relief pitchers trying to make an out.

Right now I'm reading Dia Reeves' off-beat, oddly funny, and totally compelling Texan (!!??!) supernatural novel, Bleeding Violet.  (I'm not always a huge fan of all things supernatural, but this one's had me hooked since the start.)  Still, it's hard to keep my eyes glued to the page when I hear the crack of the bat and have to watch another Rays home run.

I know, it's April.  I know, they can't be this bad forever.  I just need to keep my nose to the page, get sucked into a story, and pretend the 4-9 start pure fantasy.  As unreal as monsters hiding in the windows.