Mere anarchy

Mere anarchy

In the midst of the known world slipping into a dystopia, it might seem imprudent to muse on the words of an Irish poet—although without a proper St. Patrick’s Day celebration, maybe not. (Besides, what kind of sports column—in a place precipitously ripped raw of all...
Inglorious Basterds

Inglorious Basterds

While the game of baseball is currently suffering through a nearly-untreatable case of acne—the games are too long, too slow, too tedious—a new zit sits on the tip of the MLB’s ever-elongating nose. The last I checked the prop bets, the over/under on the number of...
Hot Mess Season: Mookie, managers, and mayhem

Hot Mess Season: Mookie, managers, and mayhem

Monday was Truck Day, a Red Sox fan pseudo-holiday celebrating the transportation of equipment from New England to Florida. A few years back, people packed into Yawkey Way to catch the first sniff of baseball season. Yet on Monday, the tumbleweed tumbled down...
Alex and the asterisk

Alex and the asterisk

There it is, folks. The cat is out of the bag, the truth stands in all its stark nakedness. Manager Alex Cora is a serial cheater, and the historic 2018 World Series season has been stamped with an indelible asterisk. In hindsight, it’s remarkable we didn’t know they...
Yankees Get Cole in Stocking to Fire Up Hot Stove

Yankees Get Cole in Stocking to Fire Up Hot Stove

There are some things that, once learned, become involuntary, like riding a bike or hating the Yankees. I’ll admit that these past few seasons I didn’t despise the Bombers with the same type of bile-spitting enmity I’ve possessed in the past. In fact, the Red Sox...