You played "Sweet Caroline" after the final out of last night's game.Given how educated the city of Boston is as a whole, I am constantly amazed at how much superstition, hoodoo, and hokum is involved in rooting for its teams.
That's a play right out of Smug Upstart Wannabes 101--the mark of a team that's so confused by its own success, it feels it has to take these opportunities to step on the 600 pound gorilla's nuts when he's down, because it's not sure it'll ever have another chance to do so. It was sophomoric--instantly recalling the "1918" chant that was popular 'round Tampa Bay before our 2004 heroics--and frighteningly lame. But it doesn't surprise me.
Getting defensive about a shitty Neil Diamond song? You're damn right, amigo. Because it's our shitty Neil Diamond song. To use it to openly mock us when you could have simply pointed to the standings and shuffled off the field knowing we'd been outgunned and outquaffed... let's just say you didn't earn yourselves any karma points.
In fact, I'm betting that with this maneuver, you have sealed your fate, Tampa Bay Rays. Forget the postseason. Forget the Jay Leno interviews and ticker tape parades and a trip to the moon on the President's personal hovercraft. The Gods of Baseball are a fickle bunch, and while your post-June relevance has been the feel-good story for the first half of the 2008 season, I think you've doomed yourselves to bridesmaid status in the AL East.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Great Moments in Motivation
At least one Sox fan has decided that, despite the quite convincing Tampa Bay sweep, the Rays have sealed their doom because: