Monday Morning Coming Down

The bus into work on Monday was quiet, a nameless dread passing between the folks slowly sipping their morning coffee. Nobody wanted to be the first to mention the elephant that will apparently be hanging around the room for the next several days. Eyes were cast downward toward laps, or gazed out windows at the bleak harsh landscape of Maine winter.
Nobody takes note of the grumpy elephant serving out slices of humble pie this morning. Newspapers with polite headlines of recap are turned face-down, so we may not be reminded if our eyes gaze toward the rack.
This is the time after loss, the quiet time. We sit on the crux of denial, acceptance, and anger.
Take heart; Red Sox pitchers and catchers report in 13 days.
Courage, New England sportsfans. Courage.