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Posted by James Lincoln Ray May 22, 2008 |
I grew up as a Yankee fan, which is another way of saying that I hate the Red Sox. Quietly at night sometimes, I chant in a barely audible whisper: "Babe, Bucky, Buckner, Boone." It's pathetic. It's lame. It's my shameful envy.
But this year, I am finding it hard to hate everybody affiliated with the Sox. I respect Theo Epstein. He's the best GM in baseball, hands down. I think that Terry Francona is a hell of a guy and may be the best manager in the game.
Manny is my favorite player. I love Big Papi. Dustin Pedroia is obviously gonna hit .395 against the Yankees over the next fifteen years, so I may as well like him. Jon Lester's no-hitter against the Royals made me weep like Cindy Brady after Buddy Hinton bogued her with the classic: "baby talk, baby talk, it's a wonder you can walk" heckling.
See my dilemma? I am duty bound to hate the Red Sox, but how can I hate the team when I like so many of their players?
Oh yeah, that's right, they have Curt Schilling. I don't his attitude, or his support of George Bush.
But then again, he does do a ton of charity work to raise money to find a cure for ALS. He's also just speaking his mind and has a right to do that, I suppose. Plus, he's a first ballot Hall of Famer. Okay, I'm gonna stop now or I might be the next rube to jump on the Red Sox Nation bandwagon.
Go Baseball. GO AL EAST!