The silver lining for Sox fans is that after spending an uncomfortable 7
years having won 2 World Series, now they can go back to being
crybabies wrapped up in their quilt of claims of being "cursed" and
"snakepit" et al. They're much more comfortable being the Sarah Palin
of MLB than winners, so I suspect chowderheads slept well last night. - XMASTIME
I've always thought the worst thing that could've happened to Red Sox fans was their going out and winning the World Series
(twice...yet another fucked-up ting about the Bush administration, of course.) Some teams are not comfortable with, to quote Marley, the robes of power. I found
this article from Charles Pearce reassuring:
So, I rather enjoyed the second half of this Red Sox season. I was
reminded of all the afternoons I spent with my grandfather, watching
lousy baseball while, bit by bit, he drank and smoked himself into the
Beyond. Those were good days, and isn't that what the baseball people
tell us the game is all about? Generations, sitting together, watching
players bumble and stumble while the old folks teach the young'uns new
and exciting curse words? Let Ken Burns set that to banjo music. I'll be
in the Parakeet Bar, waiting for the show to begin.
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