
It was tough living though last September as a Red Sox fan. Being eastern Canadian, from that bit that sticks out in the Atlantic half way to Iceland, you looked to the far west growing up, many of us spotting that dot on the horizon called Maine and realizing there was another culture out there that also lived on lobster. You pass on a lot of things Canadian and associated yourself with Bruins, Celtics and the then hapless Red Sox who once in a while gave hope knowing full well that it would be crushed 2/3s of the way through the season if they hadn't sucked out your will to live from opening day. Then they won. Then they won again. And then, last year, they were out in the lead coming into September only to crush you once again, perhaps in the cruelest way - they inexplicably gave up. This year, one excuse has been removed from the equation:
Manager Bobby Valentine told the team today that he has banned alcohol in the clubhouse and on team flights returning to Boston. The edict was expected given the news last fall that starting pitchers Josh Beckett, Clay Buchholz, Jon Lester and John Lackey drank beer and ate fast-food chicken while games were going on last season. But Valentine may have done it anyway, saying that alcohol was banned from the Mets clubhouse when he managed the team from 1996-2002. “It’s just what I’ve always done,” he said. “I’m comfortable with it that way.” The Red Sox are the 19th team to ban alcohol in the clubhouse, a list that includes the Yankees, Mets, Dodgers and world champion Cardinals.
There was genuine surprise I think that the club house had free beer. But, to be fair, this is no assault from those so-called forces of the neo-T-totallers. The fried chicken thing got an even stronger reaction. Hardly the image of the athlete millionaire that Gatorade ads suggest. It was that they wallowed and nothing screams wallow juice like beer during the workday. One wise voice put it this way: “ '...doesn’t matter. We’re not here to drink; we’re here to play baseball... This ain’t no bar.' Ortiz said." Will this help? Maybe. Will I renew my $60 bucks a month super dooper TV sports package on the TV giving me every one of the 162 games? Maybe for 2013.






Comments
Ed Carson - February 26, 2012 2:52 PM
I think you put it exactly right, the Red Sox gave up. Eating and drinking in the clubhouse gives a reason for the fans to be upset and the team to hide behind. My free advice: Spend the money now, instead of being upset in August when they are leading the New York team by 6 games.
Also, your caption on the photo should read either "now plays for the Phillies" or "now plays for Philly"
Alan - February 26, 2012 4:56 PM
Done. No one will suspect.
Ed Carson - February 26, 2012 6:07 PM
And Base-Ball has the ugliest trophies!
Craig - February 26, 2012 11:04 PM
I wrote about this back in October. Everyone seems to have forgotten Keith Hernandez drinking a beer and SMOKING in the dugout when the ball went through Buckner's legs in 86'.
Sorry, that was an unintentional dig at the Red Sox, by the way.
dansmallbeer - February 27, 2012 11:56 AM
As a fan of your sister club Liverpool FC I can only hope Andy Carroll's appetites are not put to similar temptation by our shared owners. That boy can drink and eat.
Jeff Alworth - February 27, 2012 1:09 PM
I married into a Red Sox family in 1997. My wife has three brothers who now live in Boston, and she was raised in Maine. My fandom probably started becoming serious in about the year 2000, and I was actually in New England for that disastrous game when Grady Little failed to remove Pedro in the 8th and they blew a two run lead to the Yankees. As sports fans know, true love is forged in bitter defeat, not ephemeral victory.
Thus it was with no surprise that I watched the greatest collapse in MLB history. This, I've learned, is what Red Sox fans expect, and after two World Series wins, it's what they deserve. You should not anger the baseball gods by treating the sport lightly, and you should not misuse the sacred water. Beer's place is in the ballpark, but as an ablution for the fan in front of you, doused during a moment of exuberance--not as a complement to fried dugout chicken.
But also, as a true Red Sox fan, I have unshakable confidence that we will win it all this year. Chastened, the Sox are ready for absolution. May the baseball gods smile.
Jeff Alworth - February 27, 2012 1:10 PM
Whoops, sorry about those link tags. I apparently forgot the quote marks.
Alan - February 27, 2012 2:00 PM
Your link skills are very Sept 2011.... fixed!