As you know, the Red Sox are currently in the market for a new manager. And the names being batted around include Mike Lowell, “Sneaky” …

So MLB has decided to investigate the Boston Red Sox for alleged cheating during their epic 2018 run. To that I say, “what in the …

Puppet Red just tellin’ Red Sox Management what they gotta do, holiday-style.

When you come to my house for Thanksgiving, there are a few things you have to just accept. First, you’ll be sipping cider from my …

When Game 7 of the 2003 ALCS began, I was in New Jersey on business. I sat in a crowded hotel bar with my boss, …

Six years ago tonight, David Ortiz did the unthinkable. Already a deity in Boston for pulling us up by our bootstraps during the 2004 post-season, …

Took a lot of thinking, but I’m comfortable with these picks.

The Boston Red Sox were eliminated from the postseason last night. This is never a good time; in fact, for some Sox fans it can …

Last night, while all of Boston was glued to their TVs or phones or listening devices or ham radios to soak in the Patriots, Red …

Last night, as I was climbing into increasingly deeper cups of alcohol, watching the Red Sox blow a lead to the lowly Angels, one of …

There comes a time in every baseball season when a team has to show if it is, in fact, a contender or just taking up …

Today, right now, at this very moment as you read this, Xander Bogaerts is the best shortstop in the American League. I won’t debate this …

I’ll come right out and say it: I’m not a hockey fan. I’ve followed the Bruins from a safe distance and could barely tell you …

I know I haven’t really been blogging much these days. I blame it on a couple of things: my covert work with the government which …

When the Baseball Gods decide to kick you in the nuts, they usually do a pretty good job of it. Case in point: the Red …

I first wrote this blog post in 2011, roughly five years after my dad passed. Right up until the day he died, Opening Day was …

Two things should be fairly obvious to even casual readers of this blog. First, I’m a bit of a drunk. Second, I love me some …

No need to get into a lot of detail about last night’s Red Sox game. Another shit start, this time from E-Rod, and a late-inning …

Last week, I was living the life of a quiet, undistinguished Boston gentleman. I woke up at the same time each morning for a vigorous …

The late 90s were not a good time to be a Red Sox fan, unless you happened to enjoy teams that regularly ripped your heart …

The life of a professional knuckleballer is tough. You’re considered an oddity in the Brotherhood of Pitchers, which is an actual thing requiring annual membership …

Underneath the harsh, alcohol-soaked exteriors, Denton and I are a couple of true romantics. We are also pretty fucking tight with a dime. Therefore, we …

Look, I’ve been away for a while on my winter sabbatical and there’s a lot of things to talk about. But rather than rattle on …

One of the advantages of living within a 15 minute drive (or one-hour drunken stumble) of Fenway Park is the ability to bask in its …

Besides knocking down a tree and dragging it into your house and “seasonal” rates from the local escorts, the best part of Christmas is the …

Thanksgiving is bullshit. If you want to be truly thankful for something, celebrate Steve Pearce and his new contract with the Red Sox.

After One Beer: Well, let’s look at this pragmatically. [Removes pipe from mouth, adjusts tie] Closers, as any student of “The Game” will tell you, …

Look, I love me some Steve Pearce home runs and Joe Kelly losing his shit after striking out the side and Benintendi making highlight reel …

I’m old enough to have Red Sox angst in my DNA. I try to suppress it, but it’s there. In the blood. Keeping me grounded …

We are on the precipice of another Red Sox World Series win. Or a trip back to Boston for game six. Either way, here’s a puppet.

For years, my automatic response whenever a Red Sox game went to shit was to pick up the nearest chair and toss it into the …

Let’s get one thing straight right off the bat: I love the ladies. Hell, there’s nothing I love more than grabbing a couple six packs …

After Nathan Eovaldi’s gutsy performance in game three of the World Series, the man deserves praise. From a puppet.

Look, I’ll come right out and say it: I have no goddamn idea how I’m supposed to feel as the Red Sox head to Los …

How did Alex Cora know that Eduardo Nunez was going to pinch hit a three-tun homer? Easy. Time travel.