JFK once said, "Victory has 100 fathers and defeat is an orphan." To understand the Red Sox, you have to turn that axiom around. Defeat has many sources: an ownership that is fixated on non-baseball dalliances; a management team that has been emasculated; a manager who is being forced to behave against his nature; and several players who are the worst examples of the entitled 21st century professional athlete. Depressingly, there doesn't even seem to be any reasonable way to fix this mess.
All of this has created a witch's brew that is about to bubble over and inundate the Good Ship Centennial. Last night at the ballyard, with the booing of Beckett and the appearance of the BagMan (see photo), the rabble (and even some of the Pink Hats) are starting to recognize that the Emperor has no clothes. Welcome to the "Jump Off The Bridge" Year.