I’m feeling, in many respects, as if I’m back at the Brass Monkey in D.C., staring in dull horror at the television as the Yankees slaughtered Bronson Arroyo and the rest of the Sox during that lowest point of the ALCS. You know the game. I can spare us all the details.

At that point, there was no thought that the Sox would bounce back to pull off the miracle upset, let alone that they’d go on to win the World Series. That night, it was all about embarrassment and wonder over how far one’s faith and love of a team could be tested. It was a night that found you happy to be in a bar – one miles upon miles away from Boston – with an easy walk over to alcohol.

The lead is down to a game and a half. Forget those idyllic days of the 14 game lead, even the comfortable early summer cushion. A game and a half. It looks like we’ll probably make it to the playoffs – that seems to be the working theory in the organization – but the division is most likely about to slip away. Again.

It doesn’t feel as if anyone actually on the team cares. Maybe Youkilis. Tek. But that’s about it.

The injuries are beginning to pile up – much like last year, only later in the season to still give us somewhat of a fighting chance. There’s the possibility that I’ll look back on this cynicism and laugh down the road, if the Red Sox manage to fulfill the promise they showed earlier in the season and take home another trophy.

But it doesn’t feel that way tonight, after a 6-1 loss in Toronto, during a game that I couldn’t bear to watch after the Sox gave up the lead. We don’t bounce back anymore – not often enough to invest the energy and the hope.

It’s never all easy to be a Red Sox fan. There is no relaxing season for us. The team has to test us, tease us, make us show them just how much we care. And that’s one of the things I’ve always loved about the organization – that sense of drama and intrigue from a group of scrappy guys who always play the part of the underdog.

The love is there – if anything, it’s stronger than ever for me. But these guys aren’t the underdogs anymore. They can’t be, given the fact that they’ve led in the standings all season long. Unfortunately, they seem to know this. They’re not playing right now with the passion and fire that I’ve always loved. They’re watching the division creep away from them, without a spark to make them realize that they should want that title as much as their fans want it.

We can’t go out there and play for it, much as we all would kill to be able to.

What’s it take to make them realize that they need to bring it home for all of us who can’t don that uniform and trot onto the field?