As everyone knows by now, Theo Epstein is gone. But who’s to blame? If you believe the Red Sox, it’s nobody’s fault. Fat chance. If you believe the know-it-alls on talk radio, it’s me, Dan Shaughnessy. As if. I like to take a more prosaic stance. I blame Theo. Here’s the thing about prodigal sons: […]
Continue reading →Keith Foulke already found out all about the barbecue in Birmingham. Maybe this time, he can tell us about the Burger King in Brighton. Or Braintree. Or Bridgewater. Or Brockton. For as sure as he ventured to Alabama in search of better ribs than Redbones’, Foulke’s coming back to Boston for knee surgery, his season […]
Continue reading →You may be forgiven for thinking that the wind howling down Brookline Avenue the other day was the laughter of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, forever haunting the Olde Towne Team with the memory of that fateful October night in the South Bronx. As yet another Red Sox hurler went down with a leg injury – in scenes eerily […]
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