Shipping Up To Boston
1984 was the last time it happened: Game 7 for all the marbles. Back then I was deeply invested; now, not so much. To put it mildly, my passion for…
1984 was the last time it happened: Game 7 for all the marbles. Back then I was deeply invested; now, not so much. To put it mildly, my passion for…
Opening day arrives at last. Winter is finally over. Life is good. Yankees in Fenway? That's the way to do it. Pedro throwing out the first pitch? Epic. Oh, and…
Nomah. No mas. It's fantastic to see Garciaparra, and the Red Sox brass, both burying the sharpened Louisville Slugger and letting No. 5 retire as a Red Sox. Hard to…
When Reggie Jackson ruled The Big Apple he famously referred to himself as "the straw that stirs the drink." Dan Shaughnessy, the controversial columnist for The Boston Globe, has never…
Okay. This is genius. The truth hurts. And the fact of the matter is: 2004 was sweet enough to soften enough pain for another hundred years. Though I doubt we'll…
It's about time. Congrats, Jim. The man once broke a bat on a check swing: that alone should have ensured him enshrinement in the hall. He was a very bad…
I love virtually everything about New York City, except for its insufferable sports teams. Incalculable bandwidth could be spent articulating my disdain (and those who know me well know too…
Not much to add to that photo. Especially if you are a Red Sox (or, HA!, a Yankees) fan. Curt is finally calling it quits. In his own time, on…