The Red Sox, winners of seven straight games, 19 of their last 23, and 32 of 44, find themselves on one of those delightful prolonged rolls where victory becomes a familiar ritual and everyone but the most cynical fans begin expecting them to win every day.
The cynics feel pretty good about their daily chances, too, of course. They just don’t want to admit it. If they’re not the exact same people who were saying “Be careful what you wish for” in October 2004, then they at least have direct lineage.
The state of the Sox here in late June is rather remarkable considering that they were nine games under .