The local liberal rag, The Boston Globe, is home to many notable sports writers such as the often supreme Gordon Edes and the atrocious Dan Shaughnessy (a.k.a. "the Curly-Haired Boyfriend"--that is a post for another time). But the recent work of metro columnist Adrian Walker, not known for his sports writing, stuck out from all of the Red Sox hoopla and celebration of the last week.
He describes what it is like, now, to live in Beantown.
I think Walker makes some smart commentary about the mental and attitude changes that have crept across this small, historic American city over the last half-decade. Especially sound observations include the dichotomy of a city so steeped in history that it appears around every corner, but its baseball citizens now not caring a lick about the dastardly heartaches of the past.
The 2004 World Series win helped all of us Sox fans finally, once and for all, toss off the insufferable cloak of perpetual moaning.
True, some fans still relish the "woe-is-us" attitude and perhaps pine for a simpler, maybe less savory time when the Sox truly were underdogs. I argue that the "underdog" label died with the Sox's postseason results in 1999, when they were frankly outmatched by the Yankees, who got assistance from some abysmal umpiring calls. There will always be some people who, to quote a saying, "complain that the 'Golden Age' was too yellow."
Regardless of the city's mindset shift, it is a great time to be a Bostonian.
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