DATELINE: Run Out of Town, Fast
Flush twice, Boston. It’s a long way to the bottom of the septic tank.
It would appear only two people recognized how bad Boston’s sports teams would be this year: the two stars who bailed on the town they never liked. We speak of Mookie Betts (World Series victor) and Tom Brady (another Super Bowl in Tompa Bay).
Every sports pundit and media expert in Boston failed to see the writing on the wall. Maybe they just can’t read Sanskrit or profanity.
Some are now casting blame on the genius Bill Belichick. Those people have clearly thought genius and hubris were synonyms. Belichck systematically disarmed Tom Brady over the years until the man ran off with Antonia Brown, deserting his Julie in the process.
The Red Sox threw a boatload of money at Mookie and he gave them the finger, not the thumbs up. Some claim these Trump supporters hated Boston’s political climate—as does Belichick. And owners who poured cash into winning, now are extracting cash faster than you can say Trump Tower bankruptcy.
Only Robert Kraft who likes to kiss his players’ butt has been caught with his pants down. John Henry has become the Claude Rains of Boston We used to see him at Symphony Hall now and then with a beautiful young man in tow, but the pandemic seems to have put the kibosh on those tunes.
Now we have a Bean Town full of beans and no counters to the problem of no beanie balls.
We are headed back to the 1960s when Patsies played at Fenway to empty seats and the Sox played to the same group in the other season.
No one believes us when we tell them about the good old days when you could go to Fenway on game day and find a box seat two rows back from the field. Maybe those days are coming baaaack.