From the media that brought you Wussy Jacoby Ellsbury (remember last year?) comes the tale of Failed Carl Crawford. Don Martelli wonders if they're just a bit too eager to jump into a hate parade.
PaulSF ponders whether the rivalry is, finally, dead:
In the end, this was bound to happen, wasn't it? We all suspected the passion with which Red Sox fans hated the Yankees would dissipate once the Sox got the monkey off their backs. The manner of disposing of the monkey in 2004 pretty much ensures it will never return in our lifetimes.
Boston Police report a Vermont woman who jumped into the Red Sox bullpen last night looking for a Sox pitcher to hug her instead found only the long arm of the fist-bumping detail cop, who arrested her on a charge of disturbing a public assembly.
It's probably a good thing baseball players aren't hockey players when it comes to landing punches.
WBUR reports the death of Dick Williams, 82.
Poor little Philadelphia columnist (who thinks Bostonians pronounce "waiting" as "wahtin"):
The people in Boston have become obnoxious, arrogant, condescending. And those are just my friends up there.
Joanna sums it up in her Tale of Two Timmies:
It was the best of times ... and it was the best of times. It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of whoop ass, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of in your face, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Unbearable Lightness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of dope, we had everything before us (101 more games), we had nothing before us (2-2 tie in the Stanley Cup Finals) ...
And hit home runs - and in the same game.
Hooray for .500 ball!
UPDATE: See, see ya, Sabathia. 6-0 does remove some of the pain of watching these two.
That was one sweet pitch he threw to Kevin Youkilis.