In retrospect, how much more can we make of the curious stretch of “old-fashioned baseball” the Red Sox and Orioles recently featured in successive meetings? Probably nothing, says I. More than enough has already been sputtered, too much of it dumb... Read more
Clark Booth on Sports
Things in our fragile sporting world can flip-flop willy-nilly in April, which, as we are again reminded painfully, oft tends to be the cruelest of the months. What a difference a fortnight makes.
Seems like only yesterday that hockey pundits... Read more
The second in a season-long series of reflections on the “Impossible Dream” Red Sox season of 1967.
From Winter Haven there had been hints of optimism with veiled suggestions maybe something interesting might be up with the 1967 Red Sox... Read more
Having scratched clawed, wiggled, and blustered their way into the two-month Stanley Cup festival, the Bruins now strive to see if they can last more than a week.
The smart money says: Don’t bet the ranch on it. Just making this tourney, rightly... Read more
This marks roughly the 40th consecutive year that the NCAA basketball tourney has come and gone without any acknowledgment in this space aside from the sort of disparaging remarks I’m about to spew.
The basketball may be terrific but the pretext... Read more
Baseball is back! The waning days of spring training having arrived, the crocuses are primed to sprout and the voice of the turtle rises across the land. It happens every spring.
As do the lame efforts of everyone in this dodge to tell you what’... Read more
Great conquerors don’t know the meaning of the word “enough.” Their appetites are ravenous. There’s no “quit” in these bullies until the Reaper himself blows the whistle. ’Tis ever been thus.
On horseback, Genghis Khan led his lads from the... Read more
In all the games played for our savage amusement the seasons are too long and grueling. But in no other is that more the case than where hockey is purportedly played best. That’s no surprise. In contemporary times, incompetence and folly have been... Read more
Stray observations and idle musings while sorting out the 43 men, women, and children who are posted as official Red Sox vice presidents in the team’s annual media guide, which we assume is accurate. Not clear is what they all do or how they rank in... Read more
Foreword: It’s the 50th anniversary of arguably the most important New England-based sports story of the last half-century: the rise of the Red Sox in the 1967 season that was innocently dubbed “The Impossible Dream.” Having been there for the joyful... Read more
Stray observations and gratuitous wisecracks for you to chew on while awaiting that sweetest of seminal sporting moments: first results from the Grapefruit League.
With the allegedly hottest starting rotation this side of the legendary... Read more
Patriots’ idolaters don’t want to hear it. Nor might anything at this point rain on their interminable parade. But for whatever it’s worth, history is likely to judge their team’s wild and crazy conquest in Soupey LI as not so much an epic triumph of... Read more
One has resisted, Lord knows. Bowing to the conventional wisdom, let alone the lunatic ravings of a crazed fan base, has never been my idea of a guiding principle for the doing of this sportswriting work.
After all, when I got into this ... Read more
The last time I was in Houston for a Super Bowl was 43 years ago when Hunter S. Thompson was the star of the show and “The Battle of the Blue Fox” upstaged the game. Houston, high among America’s grittiest towns, and Soupey, foremost of America’s pagan... Read more
Baseball now has five bright and shiny new saints to canonize when the tribe assembles for its annual rites of sanctification in the pastoral paradise of Cooperstown the last weekend in July. Beer will surely flow. Tears will be abundantly shed.... Read more
