They couldn't win in 46' ( lost to the Cardinals ) and again in 67' ( same team Cards, different heroes ). Then losing a 7 game to the Reds, not even Carlton Fisk could save them.
Then losing to those hated Yankees in 1978 in a playoff, that was horrible, and the curse tightened it's grip.
I thought it was over when they beat the Angels (when by rights the Angels had them) down to their last strike, but Davey Henderson beat Donny Moore and they went to the Series. With a Roger Clemens, no less, and stars all over the diamond.
But you know what happened, more Game 6 drama, a ball hit by the Mets and it dribbled threw Bill Buckner's wickets and the air collapsed in the balloon yet again. Curses, foiled again !!
As I say, on comes a young bright mind in Theo Epstein, he brings in new manager. Tito call me Terry Francona, born of a baseball lineage. They did was restore hope, even after they suffered at the hands of Yanks and Scott Brosius, & Aaron Boone. The Beantowners wondered "when will this merciful curse end ? ". Christ why not ask the Cubs about curses. Check the calendar folks, 1908 ! for the Cubbies.
Anyhow, back to those damned Red Sox, well it seems adding a Curt Schilling added just the right ingrediant, adding a Johnny Damon was as well, and the Cowboy Up generation, coined by Kevin Millar came of age.
They found their edge, they found a way, lead by Big Papi., by Manny, by Youkilis, and Dustin Pedroia. They found whatever had been missing since 1918, and in the last 7-8 years, playoff success, and 2 World Series titles.
Fast forward to September of this year. Something bad was going on in Boston, they could not win games, they found new ways to lose. They could not get decent games from starting pitchers and they could hit in the clutch. I mean you name a facet of the game, defense, offense, hell if they had akicking game, they'd have screwed that up too.
The offseason finger pointing began almost when the last out in Baltimore wa recorded, when Crawford's bobble coat them the 162 nd game and any chance of a 1 game playoff against the Rays. It was so and so's fault, the pitching staff, the bullpen, the offense, maybe even the kicking game, they all took turns.
Until the stories leaked of not keeping Francona, he would be the scrificial lamb slaugtered to preserve the franchise. Then the club house stories emerging. Drinking beer and eating chicken but off duty starting pitchers became another sign that Francona had lost his players trust and The Boston Globe's reports and ESPN reports buried any hope of Francona returning.
So Terry's option was not picked up, and the rumours continued, this time, it was wunderkid Theo Epstein, could he lured away to GM the Cubs ( talk about frying pan into the fire ).
Tampering charges, compensation arguments, and an all out free for alll, all while the playoffs were going on.
No one could stop looking at this multi car pile up, it was trainwreck in progress, with nightly reports, blogs, twitter all eating up the Red Sox , their ownership and the messing aftermath of a season gone wrong.
Stupidity decided to step in when nameless gutless front office claimed they were not perhaps happy about the Carl Crawford signing. Well la de da, put your hands up if you but that one ???
So now heading into 2012 ( apocolypse year ) a new GM annoited ( company man Cherington ) in tow, the Red Sox, who hijacked September.
This time I sympathise not for Boston. They had the best duo, and ownership decided they needed scapegoats, not the beer swilling chicken eaters. Not the under performers, not the gang that couldn't shoot straight. They deserve whatever the Gods have in store for them.
"You see, in Boston, they dumped tea in the harbour, then complained they had nothing to drink". " They had all the signs, Paul Revere could have showed them, one-ith by land, two -th by sea , three -eth you're out ".
" In Boston, they eat beans and wonder why they fart so much " "Sometimes, a loss is just a loss, but in Boston, it's a Shakespearian tragedy"
"Et tu Brute, then fall Francona"
Coming attractions, the Jays seek arms in the Far East...Whirling Darvish...
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