Happy Christmas to Red Sox Nation. And godspeed to the Godfather of Soul.

This time of year, Heat Miser, Rudolph and that elf dentist get all the love. But Christmas nerds like myself know that there are a …

Hello. Good morning. Three quick things, then you can all get on with your day. 1) According to Mark Bellhorn’s entry on Wikipedia, the former …

Here at Surviving Grady, we don’t have a lot of pride sources to point to at the end of a long, hard day. Sure, there’s …

Seeing Wade Boggs in pinstripes was a strange thing. Seeing Roger put them on was even stranger (though, oddly, not as weird as seeing his …

It’s the holiday season. So sue us if we wanna spread a little love in small, easy-to-digest chunks. Starting today. Most Underrated Moment of the …

Suddenly, Daisuke is everywhere. At the airports. Flitting through Mass General. Knocking down John Henry on the Fenway green. Last night, he was at the …

Plane arrives. Wheelbarrows full of cash are piled into Boras’ trunk. Mass General docs stand at the ready to administer critical blood analysis and that …

As a kid, part of the fun of going to a Sox game — besides watching Uncle Pete get drunk and try to punch out …

Apparently, the time for the big pants is now. John Henry’s pulling out the private plane, for chrissakes. And you now how pale he is… …

So what? Let ’em have Pettitte and his long horse-face and his ultra-pretentious “I spell my name with four Ts, thank you very much” ways. …

Anyone who follows Star Trek — and it’s quite possible I’ve just lost half our readership with those five words — knows that when it …

John Cameron, that is. Screw Patrick. I’m out ’til Friday. In the meantime, please allow Denton to entertain you with his infamous “man who conveniently …

Just some random stuff, in no particular order. — The D’s new film, Tenacious D and the Pick of Destiny, gets no love at the …

Dear Theo, Larry, John, Tom, Peabo, “Scones,” and Aggie: Hello. Red here. I know you’re busy, but I just had a coupla things to say. …

Pulling my head out of the Hot Stove for just a few moments… You know how you pick up a CD or download a song …

From SF Gate: New celebrity couple Jessica Biel and Derek Jeter sparked outrage when their public display of affection at an exhibition left art fans …

Just when I was hoping all this J.D. Drew nonsense had evaporated, today’s Globe tells us that the Sox continue to plug away under the …

To everyone who drops by this site on a regular or semi-regular basis to get their full day supply of vitamin silly, rage against the …

I’ve said this so many times in the past, i’ve actually reduced it to a form letter: Dear [local journalist’s name here]: Thanks for your …

From today’s Globe: For all the positive vibes generated by the dinner, negotiations on a contract may yet take on a different tenor. Neither side …

I heard about this on the news today. Then got home and actually watched the video. Apparently, Michael “Kramer” Richards went nuts during a recent …

Something tells me we’re gonna miss the Great Gonzo. And on top of it, we miss out on Soriano, who had long been at the …

The last time we got this much baseball news in November was when Theo sat his righteous ass down at the Schilling Family table for …

Forty-two million? Just for the right to negotiate? With a Scott Boras property? Which could conceivably run us somewhere in the neighborhood of, say, 80 …

Few players have transformed from hero to miscreant faster than Keith Foulke, and that’s pretty unfortunate. Yes, he struggled mightily over the past couple seasons, …

Hey, the guy isn’t in the business of knowing anything about John Wilkes Booth or Rice-a-Roni. He’s in the business of strapping ’em on, setting …

Step One: Turn on speakers. Step Two: Click here. [Perfectly safe for work, folks.] Step Three: Smell the fresh-cut grass. Hear the crowd. Grasp your …

Is there anyone — and I mean anyone — who looks more out-of-place in a suit than Trot Nixon? Seriously. It’s like a grizzly bear …

Before there was Lost or Heroes, there was Twin Peaks, regarded in its day — roughly 1989-1991 — as the weirdest f–king thing on television. …

I’m kinda all over the place today, because I’m in that weird place somewhere between the end of the baseball season and the commencement of …

Here’s an actual job posting for an actual cheerleader position with the Anaheim Angels of Los Angeles, Inc. Props to the authors of this job …

Was there ever a more boring World Series than the one that ended, mercifully, last night?

First things first: Happy anniversary of our 2004 World Series win. At 11:40pm tonight, please join me in raising your hands in Minty-like splendor and …

When that ball went through Buckner’s legs? I didn’t cry. I didn’t slam myself headlong into the wall. Didn’t threaten any hobos or burn down …