Bruce Allen examines the delight the Globe - not just Shank - took in the collapse of the Red Sox.
Because it was spread out over an entire month. Good God.
David Bernstein has been tweeting the wicked low turnout numbers today in the preliminary council races in districts 2, 3 and 7:
To increase turnout, Boston ballot should have included a referendum on who to blame for Red Sox collapse.
The bullpen held it together long enough for Ellsbury to hit another home run and keep the Sox a game in front for the wild card. Sign of things to come, or dead-cat bounce?
Yes, let's all think "2004," shall we?
If you are a 10-year-old Boston sports fan, you have seen remarkable, glorious things. You have seen two Red Sox World Series titles, three Patriots Super Bowl trophies, a Celtics NBA title, and a Bruins Stanley Cup.
But that's not Boston.
The New York Times takes a long look at Ted Williams in 1941:
It is a 20th-century baseball masterpiece unlike any other, carved not across one World Series, one month or even 56 games but from April 15 to Sept. 28. Every single at-bat figured in the outcome, unlike when a hitter chases home run records.
Red Sox Nation, that is. Boston Police report arresting a Plymouth woman on charges she stole another woman's purse at last night's Red Sox game.
According to police, witnesses saw Margaret A. Donahue, 40, use her foot to move the purse of another woman seated out in the right-field area, then reach down, pick it up and walk away:
Dan Shaughnessy Watch reads today's gleeful, error-riddled column so you don't have to.
Yes, Tim Wakefield finally got his 200th win.
Peter Abraham offers one up, just in case.
The Red Sox are 5-3 when Don Orsillo wears a gray tie with stripes.
If you're not a Sox fan, you missed this commercial during last night's game. At least it was a break from the millionth repetition of those SouthWest People's Court ads and gazillionth airing of the Coors commercials that alternate between idiots getting angry with beer bottles and idiots showing how much they'd rather do anything than spend time with their girlfriends:
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.