That rally tied the game and took Wahlberg off the hook. More importantly, it showed that the team could still motivate itself down several runs in a game that meant little compared to the setback it had suffered two days earlier.
Unlike the Minutemen, who took full advantage of their visit to the Fenway clubhouse, Harvard’s players never really settled into the dugout. Instead, as always, they were several steps away from the bench, cheering on the guy at the plate or on the mound.
This morning’s Beanpot consolation game against Northeastern, who was pummeled B.C. in the other opener, will be even more difficult to get up for. It will be the final game of the year and-for all intents and purposes-the most meaningless.
But it will also be a game. It will be a chance to play ball, a chance to build, and another chance for the team to display its character. And it is only appropriate that it will be played in a park where, for so many fans, the sun will always come out tomorrow.