Leslie Jones took this photo of the Braves' Casey Stengel (on the left) and the Red Sox's Joe Cronin in the dugout at Braves Field before an exhibition game on April 15, 1939.
A report out of Philadelphia says everybody's favorite beer-box wearer is heading for the City of Brotherly Love.
Oh, those wacky, fun-loving Henrys, whose joie de vivre is just so darn infectious, City Hall can't help but give them great deals on city property! Wouldn't you?
Or, as dvdoff, who spotted this example of All Henry, All The Time puts it:
A Sox fan sent in this photo of Fenway Park on Friday to the Globe. Hanging among the other retired numbers on the outside of the ballpark was good ol' #7.
Of course, Carlton "Pudge" Fisk (#27) might have something to say about all of this.
The Globe reports on the great deal the Sox got from Boston for using city streets
Not Coach Tito reveals all in a bittersweet ending of the parody Twitter account. Click on the link to read it in its original Twitter form - you'll have to scroll down a page or two to get to the beginning - or read the first reply to this post, where I've put it in a more traditional non-tweet format.
A glassy-eyed, alcohol-infused Sox fan who had to be wrestled to the ground at a game in July after knocking a woman down raised the hackles of Boston Licensing Board Chairwoman Nicole Murati Ferrer today.
"What concerns me right now is the level of intoxication of this patron," she told Fenway officials at a hearing on a police citation for having a "disorderly, intoxicated patron arrested on the premises" at a July 27 game.
Sox officials said the issue was more one of general belligerence than drunkenness - the guy just seemed to have a lot of pent up anger and had been yelling for several innings.
The Taiwanese have made a cartoon about it:
The Sox starter talked to the Globe.
Brian McGrory really should never write about sports.
He really has no clue. He attempts to wax poetically about the time when the Red Sox were lovable losers, but can't even manage a decent impression of Doris Kearns Goodwin in this regard.
But ya know what? Time for something happy:
You know it's bad when even Heidi Watney gets dragged into the mud (and comes up slugging; denies that rumored fling with Varitek).
Chicago columnist welcomes Theo Epstein:
Epstein, see, has yet to win a Series without a juiced-up middle of the order. ...
I want Epstein to succeed. I'd love for the Cubs to win a World Series just to see whether that indeed marks the apocalypse.
The Globe details some of what was going on in the clubhouse as the Sox collapsed last month. Not pretty; give Francona props for talking, at least.
Or how about a commemorative beer cozy?
Bruce Allen examines the delight the Globe - not just Shank - took in the collapse of the Red Sox.