WGBH compiles a list showing why some politicians should decline to comment on local sports.
Remember when you'd get so frenzied to buy Red Sox tickets you'd open up two or three browsers on two or three different computers and then you'd sit there for hours and finally you'd get in and all that was left were tickets to some Royals game in August?
Fred Somers tweets:
1st yr in a long time that im not waiting in it. #sorrynotsorry
His worst nightmare: The Dropkick Murphys and Steven Tyler singing Sweet Caroline to open the season at FenwayBy adamg - 1/20/13 - 1:41 pm
Somebody's more than a little tired of the Dropkick Murphys being played at every single major sporting event in town:
It's become ridiculous. I grew up a DKM fan, and still play them with pride for two weeks in March, but this city has turned them into glorified mascots for the B's, Sox, Pats, and C's. Call me old fashioned, but playing fight songs for billion dollar corporations doesn't seem very punk rock to me. This goes double for Steven Tyler.
Mike Cole at NESN shows that Sav-Mor Liquors in Somerville still has its finger on the zeitgeist.
Thanks to the investigative reporters at the New York Daily News, we now know how Kevin Garnett set Carmelo Anthony off:
"Your... wife tastes like Honey Nut Cheerios," Garnett exclaimed to Anthony on the court, rhe News reports.
OK, I must be getting old. I get the part about taunting him about breaking up with his wife, alright, but Honey Nut Cheerios?
What kind of insult is that? Is there some hidden sexual connotation to the bee I don't get (like, is he the Nasonex Bee's secret lover) that would set a presumably mature adult off?
Cheering for a Belichick Coached Team, by Uncle Diesel.
A roving UHub photographer noticed this possible omen of things to come this morning in a barbershop on Comm. Ave. by BU.
One of Joseph Donahue's parents forwarded these pictures and this note:
On a tour of the Bruins' locker room for season ticket holders, 7 year old Joseph Donahue of West Roxbury, MA snuck a note in to leave for his favorite player, Milan Lucic.
Perhaps a misspelling or two as he hurriedly wrote in on the drive in, but he successfully pulled it off. Now, the 180 million dollar (how far the sides are allegedly apart) question: When will the note be read?
Sportswriter visits the Hub, feels inadequate - even as losers, our teams are better than his teams, he writes, adding:
Boston is the best because it has made rooting for a team its noblest civic duty. You get out on the highway and you suffer. You get into the stadium and you may suffer some more. But your suffering has meaning. It's an act of contrition. It's - and you don’t go too crazy on this word - a sort of worship.
They do it better than us. No one who's ever compared experiences can seriously argue that.
You'd almost think Cody Ross and Will Middlebrooks pissed on home plate at Fenway or something last night. Both were watching the Yankees/Tigers game and both tweeted their amazement/admiration for Raul Ibanez's ninth-inning home run.
And parts of Red Sox Nation lost their collective mind.
Valentine fired, and on Thursday, leaving plenty of time for the "shocking" revelations to be phoned in for the Sunday papers.
Over the Monster recounts yesterday's memorial at Fenway Park.