Really?
That’s how it ends in 2011?
Fitting I suppose.
Like the late Senator John “Bluto” Blutarsky said to the Delta Tau Chi house at Faber College, “Where’s the spirit? Where’s the guts?”
They had none of that.
They are the Yankees Northeast Chapter now, a collection of hired guns, with no collective identity, no heart and no leadership.
The new age Red Sox fans are even worse. Never thought it would get any worse than the Pink Johnny Damon Shirt Wearing Bandwagon Sheep of 2004 but now-a-days?
The sense of scumbag entitlement, and general lack of knowledge, is stretching the fan base to resemble the mile wide, inch deep base that exists 190 miles southwest of here.
I hope this atrocity, the most collossal regular season collapse in BASEBALL HISTORY, even by the standards of the franchise that wrote the book on heartbreak, leads to some major changes at Fenway.
To sum it all up, its time to give the Red Sox back to Boston and take them away from the f***ing Nation.
The whole organization needs an enema
All that being said …
If you weren’t watching last night, then why watch baseball at all?
Seriously.
Probably the single most awe-inspiring 6 hours in 125 years of organized baseball, and emotions aside, if you’ve any doubt in your mind after what happened last night in Baltimore, Atlanta and Tampa Bay that baseball isn’t the greatest sport ever invented then start watching Liverpool with John f***ing Henry
The beauty, the grace, the horror, the skill, the ineptitude, the courage, the wonder, the awe, the triumph and the heartbreak all wrapped up on one magical night with an Act III that dwarf’s any Shakesperean tragedy ever written.
Mark my words. . .
They’re gonna write books about what happened on the night of September 28, 2011
I didn't sleep particularly well last night once I finally got to bed.
My mother said to me in an email this morning that I should have gone to bed at 10:00
No I shouldn't have
Baseball is still a special game.
And when you take away the guys making $25,000,000 a year, the steroids, the sabremetrics, the lawyers, and the teams raking in billions of dollars in a dreadful economy on tax-payer subsidized stadiums, you're still left with nine guys playing nine guys, and a pitcher vs a hitter, on a pitch-by-pitch basis playing out the greatest drama any of us could hope to see.
And last night, 6 teams played arguably the greatest 33 innings of baseball since they carved the first bat out of an oak tree 125 years ago and, for the final act of those 33 innings, the game of baseball shined like the brightest star in the galaxy.
I'm not happy with the outcome
But I am truly grateful I went along for the ride