Above, as seen outside Sox stalwart bar Professor Thoms. My thoughts almost exactly, though I am trying to set aside a tiny part of my heart to feel happy for Daulerio if the Phillies pull it off. Clarification: a really, really tiny part. [via dear-departed EVE]
Nabe watch: Clinton Street newcomer Donnybrook looks promising.
Rays fans keep it classy: “According to reports, the incident stemmed from a few fans hazing a concertgoer wearing a Boston Red Sox hat and quickly escalated into a scuffle in the middle of ‘Tie Your Shoes’ (with one fan even throwing an object onstage that hit the drummer Todd Nance).”
Roger Angell, God bless you: “Boston’s comeback is the second-best October turnabout in major-league history, topped only by an eight-run seventh inning by the Philadelphia Athletics in 1929, which won the fourth game and put the White Elephants (as the A’s were called then) on their way to a five-game championship win over the Chicago Cubs. That game and inning are well remembered by this writer (who, at nine, could scarcely handle the yard-and-a half-wide sports pages of the time)especially an inside-the-park homer by Mule Haas.”
Simmons: “They always said Red Sox fans would care a little less after we climbed the mountain once or twice, that it wouldn’t mean as much, that it couldn’t possibly mean as much. That’s not true. It will never be true. You either love sports or you don’t.”
More essential reading: Angell and Fat Thursday at Deadspin.
Maybe my favorite TV show moment of all-time. I jumped off my couch screaming. So: to the bar, again, tonight. Let’s do this.
The Village Voice, two floors down from where I type these words, has some kind words for Racked.
Bad to worse in Boston: Citgo Sign Catches Fire.
David Galbraith: America’s banks from a foreigner’s perspective.
Spent today at the Eater Blogger Lounge in the Meatpacking District. Highlights here.