The Red Sox aren’t as dear to my heart as those Bums were, but if you live around Boston you gotta care. Last night’s game was miserable from start to finish. As the Sox were losing, I was reading Sonia Sotomayor’s marvelous autobiography, My Beloved World. Tonight’s game starts at 8:30, too late for me to stick with until the end. I’m slowly creating distance and getting back into silence, solitude and simplicity.