Last night's miraculous, come-from-behind, "holy cow, did you see that?" walkoff win did a lot more than keep the Sox alive in the postseason... it was a weed killer.

It killed off every bandwagon fan who jumped on when the going was good, and jumped off again when the Sox were down 7-0 and 3 games to 1. It killed off every pink hat who professed deep and undying love for the squad, but became oddly disinterested once Jacoby didn't start and the Sox weren't winning. It kept the See And Be Seen people out of the stands at Fenway, and left room for the diehards who bleed Red Sox red. It humiliated the malcontents who booed Papi (BOOED PAPI?!? WHAT. THE. FUCK.). It shut up the TBS crew who were already counting their unhatched chickens. It shamed the unfaithful who didn't learn their lesson in 2004, or 2007, and went to bed early... missing the greatest comeback in modern day playoff history.
No matter what happens from here on out, last night's game was a turning point. The weeds have officially been killed... and hopefully for good.




on October 17, 2008 1:40 PM
Great post.
I was at a bar and was blissfully ignorant of the TBS crew. The soundtrack of crazy Sox fans was much preferred.