Teetering on the edge of the Tobin above the icy waters of the River Charles, these sage admonitions seem to make perfect sense. But they come too late.
For us wretched souls who allowed ourselves to once again be suckered in
this season, there remains but the single inescapable fate of drowning amid a sea of troubles.
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Perhaps others who were not so easily duped by the failed promise of last spring can emerge from the events of this wasted summer unaffected. But
for those who are guided by the smatterings of their hearts and not the
prudence of their nobler reason, there can be but one ultimate conclusion,
ever suppressed each spring and summer and yet always revealed by the arrival of fall:
Damn Sox did it to us again.