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Wednesday, October 22, 2025

Generation X Has Trust Issues

Somebody recently pointed out that my generation, "Generation X" -- usually defined as people born between 1965 and 1980 -- has trust issues.

You think so?

We are the children of the first generation of parents that decided it was okay to get divorced.

We were told that if we worked hard and graduated from high school, jobs would be easy to come by. By the time we got those precious diplomas, a college degree had become the prerequisite to get a good job.

The first President that Gen X can remember is Richard Nixon. He told us he was not a crook. He was one.

CBS told us Henry Blake was going home. He never made it out of Asia. They also told us J.R. Ewing had learned his lesson after getting shot. He hadn't. Then they tried to tell us Bobby Ewing was dead, and then showed us that he was still alive, and that him dying was all just a dream.

ABC told us to love Suzanne Somers. Then they fired her when she wanted to be paid as much as her male co-star John Ritter -- even after Ritter stood up for her.

Ronald Reagan told us he would balance the budget. He blew up the deficit. He told us he would create jobs. He did, for China and Saudi Arabia.

We were told greed is good. It wasn't, and it still isn't.

We were told that Bill Cosby, Pete Rose, O.J. Simpson, Robert Blake, Joe Paterno, Hulk Hogan, Mike Tyson and Donald Trump were good guys. They weren't.

You better believe we have trust issues.

Monday, October 25, 2021

October 25, 1971: The Electric Company Premieres

Back row, left to right: Rita Moreno, Jim Boyd, Judy Graubart,
Morgan Freeman, Hattie Winston, Luis Ávalos,
Danny Seagren as Spider-Man, Skip Hinnant.
Front row, The Short Circus, left to right:
Réjane Magloire, June Angela, Janina Mathews,
Rodney Lewis, Todd Graff.

October 25, 1971, 50 years ago: The Electric Company premieres on PBS. A companion piece to Sesame Street, it is geared toward kids a little older who were, by then, learning to read. As the closing tagline say, it is produced by the same production company: "The Electric Company gets its power from The Children's Television Workshop."

It is also backed by many of the same foundations that funded Sesame Street, including The Ford Foundation and The Carnegie Corporation of New York. And by the U.S. Department of Health, Education and Welfare (HEW), founded in 1953, and split in 1980 to form the Department of Education (DOE), and the Department of Health and Human Services (HHS).

Included in the original cast of this show are 2 performers who are already legends, Rita Moreno, 39; and Bill Cosby, 34. Not yet a star was Morgan Freeman, 34. Also in the original cast: Judy Grabuart, 28 and a veteran of the Second City comedy troupe; Lee Chamberlin, 33; and Joseph "Skip" Hinnant, 31.

All had done stage work in New York. Of note: Hinnant had appeared in the Broadway musical You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown, based on Charles Schulz's comic strip Peanuts: He had played Schroeder, the piano-playing catcher, while his brother, Bill Hinnant, played Snoopy, Charlie Brown's beagle who played shortstop and pretended to be a World War I flying ace.

Not onscreen, but providing voices, was Jim Boyd, about to turn 38. He, Wayland Flowers (the ventriloquist for Madame) and Cleavon Little (later Sheriff Bart in Blazing Saddles) had done puppetry and voices for The Surprise Show, a local New York kids' show.

The performers would often imitate the already-defunct mode of vaudeville, using routines that emphasized a particular letter, group of letters, or sound to help kids with reading. Other sketches would be used for this as well. For example, on a few occasions, they would demonstrate that the letters "ie" could be pronounced like the letter E, or the letter I, as in "a piece of pie." Which, as you've probably guessed, involved someone getting hit in the face by a pie.

Freeman played a comic version of Count Dracula, who, like Sesame Street's Cookie Monster, would bite anything. (Although only once did I ever see Cookie Monster bite a person, and a Muppet at that.) He also played Mel Mounds, a disc jockey who would play songs by The Short Circus (more about whom later).

Most of all, he played Easy Reader, whose name was a play on Easy Rider. At first, Easy was an out-and-out hippie, looking like he had raided the wardrobe of the recently deceased Jimi Hendrix. As the show went on, he developed a look that was more urban cool cat: Shorter hair, sunglasses (sometimes even indoors), leather shoes, and a jacket-pants combo that was originally blue denim, and later brown suede with a flower on the back.
Freeman also played Marcello, the perpetually-abused cue card man employed by Otto, a parody of an old-time movie director (named after Otto Preminger) played by Moreno. She also played Pandora, a naughty little girl.
She also played Millie the Helper (named after Millie Helper, a character from The Dick Van Dyke Show), whom Cosby kept trying and failing to train at various jobs. It seemed the only thing she was competent at was yelling, "Hey, you guys!"

It became the show's first catchphrase, and was even incorporated into the show's opening segment. When my sister was the age at which it was appropriate to start watching the show, she thought its name was Hey You Guyyyyyyyys! To this day, people who have never seen West Side Story or any other of Rita's roles see her and say, "Hey, you guys!"

In Season 2, 1972-73, Boyd became an onscreen performer for the first time, although not always recognizable. In Season 1, in a play on both "crank calling" and on the British film producer J. Arthur Rank, he played the angry voice of J. Arthur Crank.

In Season 2, the character of Crank was seen for the first time. His face, hair and mustache resembled those of Rank, but he dressed and acted like a slob, but not really a bad guy. Essentially, Crank was a parody of All In the Family's Archie Bunker, minus the bigotry, which was important on a show with black actors Cosby, Freeman and Chamberlin, and Hispanic actress Moreno.
Boyd also put on a gorilla suit to play Paul the Gorilla, alongside Graubart's Jennifer of the Jungle, a parody of both Tarzan and George of the Jungle, in which "Tarzan" and "Jane" were basically the same person, and Paul was her "Cheeta." 
Boyd also played a bumbling superhero named Blue Beetle, not connected to any of the 3 heroes who have used that name in comic books. He also continued to voice Maurice the talking plant and a talking chicken named Loreli Loverly. In addition to Jennifer, Graubart played a parody of Julia Child, Julia Grownup.

Also joining the cast at this time was Luis Ávalos, a Cuban-born actor then just 26, but already distinctively bald, but sometimes (not always) with a mustache. The mustache enabled his best-known character: A parody of the name of Dr. Dolittle and the characters played in 1930s film comedies by Groucho Marx, Dr. Doolots had a gigantic orange Afro. He also teamed with Morgan Freeman, as Igor to Freeman's Mad Scientist.
Boyd as Paul, Ávalos as Dr. Doolots, Graubart as Jennifer

Boyd and Ávalos could be added because Cosby left the show after Season 1, to devote more attention to his CBS Saturday morning cartoon Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids. Chamberlin, best known for playing Vi (presumably, short for Violet) of Vi's Diner -- as the song went, "and the homemade pies, and that is why we go to Vi's" -- left after Season 2 as well. Nevertheless, segments with each of them would appear on the show for the rest of its run.
Chamberlin as Vi, singing to a visiting Grover from Sesame Street

Hinnant played Fargo North, Decoder. He wore a trenchcoat and a fedora like a 1940s private detective, but the fedora was pink. And he was a bit of a bumbler, in the mold of Maxwell Smart, the spy played by Don Adams on Get Smart. Like Easy, Fargo had his own theme music. Once, Fargo visited Dr. Doolots, and the sketch ended with Fargo's theme playing, and, in his best Groucho impression, Ávalos said, "What's your music doing in my office?"
Hinnant as Fargo, with a visiting Big Bird from Sesame Street

In Season 3, Chamberlin was replaced by another black New York stage actress, Hattie Winston, 28. She became Valerie the Librarian, who had playful banter with Easy Reader, suggesting (but never outright saying) that they might have been a couple.
Freeman and Winston as Easy and Valerie

Season 4 introduced Spidey Super Stories, with Danny Seagren, 31, a professional dancer who had previously appeared on Sesame Street, as the first ever live-action version of the Marvel Comics superhero Spider-Man. This Spidey didn't exactly "talk": Instead, his words were put on the screen in "word balloons," followed by a pause for the kids watching at home to try to read, before whoever he was talking to repeated it. Instead of Spidey's usual rogues' gallery -- no Green Goblin, Dr. Octopus, Electro and so on -- the various castmembers played one-shot villains, never seen before or since.

One edition showed Spidey attending Fargo's birthday party, along with Easy, Jennifer and Paul, interrupted by Ávalos as The Blowhard, a villain with destructive super-breath that Fargo -- apparently considerably more competent when we're not watching -- had once put in prison, and was seeking revenge. Just as he was about to blow them all away, Paul hit him in the face with Fargo's birthday cake, giving Spidey the chance to sling his web and trap him.

While Spidey's civilian persona, Peter Parker, was established as living in Queens, The Electric Company and Spider Super Stories was the initial establishment of him as a fan of the New York Mets, who (then as now) played in Queens. Marvel ran with it, and made Peter's Met fandom comic canon. 

Boyd played The Wall, disrupting a Met game that Spidey attended in costume: "Well, if it isn't the Wall-Crawler himself! Well, this is one Wall you'll never crawl!" Hinnant played an ill-fated outfielder, and Freeman a typically vision-impaired umpire.
I said the stories were titled "Super." I didn't say they were good.

There were animated segments as well. One had a character who never got an official name, so they just called him "Blond-Haired Cartoon Man." Mel Brooks did his voice. Satirical singer Tom Lehrer wrote and sang a series of songs featuring the "ly" and "sn" sounds, and "Silent E." Warner Brothers contributed some animated shorts featuring the Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote.

And before Spidey or the Blue Beetle were ever on the show, there was The Adventures of Letterman. Letterman was dressed like an old-time football player, with a "varsity letter" on his chest, which always happened to be just the letter needed to restore a word that had been changed by The Spellbinder, a villain who would use his magic wand to change a word and turn an item into something dangerous, or at least upsetting. Letterman was voiced by Gene Wilder, The Spellbinder by Zero Mostel, and the narrator was Joan Rivers, all of whom had worked with Brooks.
Faster than a rolling O, stronger than Silent E,
able to leap Capital T in a single bound!
It's a word! It's a plan! It's Letterman!

And there was the band, 5 teenagers named The Short Circus, a play on "short circuit." The original band of 1971 was June Angela, 12, as Julie, on tambourine; Irene Cara, 12, as Iris, on keyboards; Melanie Henderson, 14, as Kathy, on guitar; Douglas Grant, 12, as Zach, on guitar; and Steve Gustafson, 12, as Buddy, on drums.
Angela couldn't play an instrument, but, as the best singer they auditioned, they had to keep her, so she selected a tambourine, possibly a nod to Eddie Brigati of The Rascals and/or Mark Volman of The Turtles. She named her character after Julie Andrews. Gustafson, being a drummer, named his after Buddy Rich.

Since Cosby and Moreno were already stars, and Freeman didn't become a big star for many more years, until Driving Miss Daisy was released in 1989, Cara got the biggest boost to her career of any castmember, appearing in both the film Fame and the subsequent TV show based on it, and having Number 1 hits from the themes from Fame and the film Flashdance.

Part of the problem with having teenage actors is that they grow up too fast, and sometimes it became hard for the little kids to relate to them. Cara left the show after the 1st season, and was replaced on keyboards by Denise Nickerson, 15 and already known for playing Violet Beauregarde in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, as Allison. In 1973, the keyboard position was eliminated, and Nickerson was replaced by Bayn Johnson, 15, as guitarist Kelly; and Grant was replaced by Gregg Burge, 14, as bass guitarist Dwayne.

In 1975, the entire band was replaced, except for Angela: Being short meant that she could still appear on the show at age 18. Henderson was replaced on guitar by Réjane Magloire, 11, as Samantha; 
Johnson on guitar by Janina Mathews, 12, as Gail; Burge on bass by Rodney Lewis, 12, as Charlie; and Gustafson on drums by Todd Graff, 16, as Jesse. 
Angela was the show's only Asian-American regular, while Cara was Hispanic, and Henderson, Grant, Burge, Magliore and Lewis were black.

On occasion, Short Circus members would interact with the adult castmembers, such as when they went to see Vi at the diner or Valerie at the library. Sometimes, a Spidey Super Story would be narrated by Angela, or feature another bandmember as the younger version of the villain, telling the brief origin story.

The show made new episodes until 1977, and remained on the air in reruns until 1985. In 2009, PBS began airing a new show with the title, but, aside from the title and the use of Moreno's catchphrase, "Hey you guyyyyyyyys!" it bore no resemblance to the original. It lasted only 2 years.

Ironically, from the original show, the first castmember to die was one of The Short Circus, Burge, in 1998. Boyd died in 2013, Ávalos and Chamberlin in 2014, Grant in 2018, and Nickerson in 2019. The rest of the cast has lived to see the show's 50th Anniversary -- although there will always be a cloud over Cosby, no matter how long he lives.

UPDATE: Irene Cara died in 2022.

Friday, May 31, 2013

It Can't Get Any Worse? Oh Yes It Can

Bill Cosby, Temple University track star, had a story about his first time headlining as a comedian in Las Vegas. This was in the early 1960s, when a black man starring in a comedy show, or in anything else, was still quite rare. Apparently, his newfound fame wasn't helping him win in the casino:

You should never challenge "worse." Don't ever say, "Things couldn't get worse." Worse is rough ... I was down to my last two hundred dollars. I mean, not to my name, but I lost all I could sign for. And I said, "I'm gonna win something! It can't get worse!"

I went over to the roulette wheel. And got two hundred dollars' worth of quarter chips. Covered the table -- I mean, covered the table! Red and black, even up. I'm going to win something before I go to sleep. And the guy spun the ball and it fell on the floor.


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The Yankees just got swept 4 straight by the Mets. Two in Flushing, two in The Bronx.

It can't get any worse than that.

Yes, it can: The Yankees could have lost the 2000 World Series to the Mets. If they had, that would have been a thousand times worse than what happened with the Red Sox 4 years later.

Ah, but the Yankees didn't lose the 2000 World Series to the Mets. The Yankees won it.  

Counting that World Series, and the 4 games just played, the Yankees have won 58 games, the Mets 41. That's a .586 winning percentage for the Yankees, drawn out to 162 games it's 95 wins.

And there are some Met fans crowing on Facebook and Twitter over this sweep.

One of my Facebook friends said, "If the Mets were to sweep the Yankees four straight in October, maybe I'd be a bit more impressed."

One of his friends, a Met fan, said, "Let us enjoy the moment!"

In the immortal words of Crash Davis, "Moment's over."

Maybe I was wrong, a few days ago: Maybe the Mets aren't "the Tottenham of New York," but their fans are the Tottenham fans of New York. They think their team is a big club, but it isn't. They're forever in the shadow of a big club in town. Their fans crow more over the slightest of achievements (a win over the Yankees, a one-hitter that they want to say is a no-hitter, a come-from-way-behind win over the Atlanta Braves that did absolutely nothing to get them back into the race, their all-time greatest player getting his 300th win as a pitcher against the Yankees at Yankee Stadium when he wasn't a Met anymore).

And, like Tottenham, their season ends in May.

27 > 2. Eight-six, never again. Please watch the gap.

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Okay, now that that's out of the way, time for me to treat yesterday's game as if it happened against any other opponent.

Vidal Nuno started for the Yankees, and he pitched well enough to win. He pitched 6 innings, allowing 2 runs on 3 hits and 2 walks. The bullpen -- Shawn Kelley, Boone Logan and Joba Chamberlain -- pitched 3 innings, allowing 1 run on 1 hit and 2 walks. Hardly a bad performance.

Robinson Cano hit his 14th home run of the season, and added a single. Other that that, the Yankees got just 2 hits, singles by Brett Gardner and Brennan Boesch, against Dillon Gee, whose record advanced to 3-6. Mets 3, Yankees 1.

Keep in mind, in the last 2 games, Met starters Jeremy Hefner and Gee came in with records of 0-5 and 2-6, respectively, and they both won, because the Yankees didn't hit, leaving Nuno (1-2) out in the cold. (Though, to be fair, the night before, Phil Hughes didn't pitch well enough to win against the Bad News Bears.) Bobby Parnell got his 9th save for the Mets.

36 innings, 7 runs. That is unacceptable, I don't care who your opponent is. And in only 1 of those games did the Mets score more than 3 runs. Unfortunately, it was the 1 game in which the Yankees did the same, and the Mets won, 9-4.

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So where do things stand? Well, the Yankees are no longer in 1st place in the AL East. They trail the Boston Red Sox by 2 games, although only 1 in the loss column. The Baltimore Orioles are 2 1/2 (2) back, the Tampa Bay Rays 3 (2) back, and the Toronto Blue Jays 9 1/2 (9) back.

The Mets? They are 9 (8) behind the Braves in the NL East, and 9 1/2 (8) out of the NL's 2nd Wild Card.

Wow, that sweep really made a difference for the Mets, didn't it?

The Mets' record is 22-29. The Yankees' is 30-23.  If they were in the same division, the Mets would still be 7 (6) games behind the Yankees, even with the sweep.

In other words, this sweep doesn't prove that the Mets are the better team. Not by a long shot. Please watch the gap.

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All that series proves is that the Yankees didn't hit the way they'd been hitting until that series, and that they need to start again.

As in, tonight. As in, all those runs the Yankees didn't score against the Mets? They better be saving them for the Red Sox this weekend, because The Scum are coming to town.

Tonight, 7:00: CC Sabathia vs. Jon Lester.

Tomorrow night, 7:00: Hughes vs. Felix Doubront.

Sunday night, 8:00 (ESPN): Hiroki Kuroda vs. Clay Buchholz.

Yes, things can get worse. Much worse.

We could be the Mets.

Time to stop "worse." BEAT THE SCUM!

Friday, August 24, 2012

It Could Be Worse: We Could Be Red Sox Fans

The Yankees are not in a good spot right now.  But it could be worse.

Philadelphia native (and, presumably, Phillies fan) Bill Cosby told a story about how, when he was first doing standup in Las Vegas clubs, he got to gambling one day, and was losing. He was down to the last $200 that he could sign for. So he went to the roulette wheel, and, with $200 worth of chips, covered every spot on the wheel. That meant that, wherever the ball landed, he would not only get his money back, but he would win whatever anyone else had bet on the wheel. "It can't get any worse," he told himself.

What do you think happened? The ball spun out of the wheel and landed on the floor. Nobody won. His last $200 was gone.

Moral of the story? Coz says, "Don't ever say, 'It can't get any worse.' 'Worse' is rough."

UPDATE: This post was written before we found out how bad Cosby really was.

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The Yankees have had some bad teams over the years: 103 losses in 1908, 102 losses in 1912, 7th place out of 8 in 1925, 10th out of 10 in 1966, 9th the following year, 6th out of 7 in 1982 (just one year after a Pennant, mind you),  6th out of 6 in 1990.

These kinds of seasons have not happened since 1992, the last season in which the Yankees entered September without a shot at the Playoffs. For most teams, coming close to the Playoffs and just missing would be a decent season. For most teams, reaching the Playoffs and losing in the Division Series (baseball's quarterfinals) would be a good season. For Yankee Fans, World Championship or bust, such seasons are busts.

The Yankees have also had some embarrassing moments. Some of these moments have been kept quiet during the careers of the figures in question: The carousings of Babe Ruth and Mickey Mantle, Joe DiMaggio palling around with Mafia figures.

Some have become public. There was the animus between original owners Frank Farrell and Bill Devery, the shenanigans of Hal Chase in the early 1910s, State Senator (and future Mayor) Jimmy Walker (who certainly had no place to lecture someone on sobriety, alcoholic or romantic) publicly chastising the Babe in 1922, and Jake Powell's infamous racist radio interview in 1938.

There was Larry MacPhail's drunken tirade at the 1947 World Championship victory party, the trading of Vic Power after the 1953 season and the ridiculous, false reason behind it, the Copacabana Incident of 1957, and the way Roger Maris was treated in 1961 and onward.

There was the Fritz Peterson and Mike Kekich family swap of 1973, George Steinbrenner's tangential involvement in Watergate that nearly got him sent to federal prison, the 3-way feud between George, Billy Martin and Reggie Jackson, Billy's boozing continuing to be a problem literally until the moment of his death in 1989, the way George treated other managers, and George's banishment (later reduced to a suspension) in 1990.

There was the late-night antics of David Wells, the personal life of Alex Rodriguez, the various controversies surrounding Roger Clemens, the way Joe Torre was pushed out in 2007, and, of course, the most embarrassing of all, the home runs that turn out not to be after being declared as such by Mel Allen, Phil Rizzuto and, in this generation, John Sterling.

(In Mel's case, I'm not old enough to remember him messing up, "Going, going, gone!", and am relying on anecdotes. In the Scooter's case, I kid because I love, and he admitted it when he goofed: "No, why don't I just shut up!" In Sterling's case, I like the guy, but he's done it too many times, getting my hopes up with, "That ball is high! It is far! It is... " and instead of "gone!" following it up with "a foul ball!" or "caught at the wall!")

Other teams have had embarrassing, and even despicable moments. In 1993, the Mets were bad. Not as bad as they were in their early days, 1962 to 1965, or even in the late 1970s, when M. Donald Grant had broken up the team that won Pennants in 1969 and 1973 (plus the World Series in the former and very nearly again in the latter), and the team was so bad and so uninteresting that only 9,740 fans came out per home game in 1979, and Shea Stadium was nicknamed "Grant's Tomb."

But Vince Coleman, once the golden boy speedster of Whitey Herzog's St. Louis Cardinals, threw a firecracker in the Dodger Stadium parking lot, and it hit a toddler girl. Bret Saberhagen, a World Series MVP with the Kansas City Royals and a 2-time Cy Young Award winner, squirted bleach at reporters, giving a whole new meaning to the phrase "Bleacher Bum."

No, there was no drunken trashing of the plane on the flight home, as there was in 1986 when the Mets won the Pennant in Houston. And as far as I know, none of them were drunken drivers, although Dwight Gooden was still on the team in 1993 -- compared to most of them, he was, at the time, well-behaved. But the '93 Mets weren't just bad on the field, they were juvenile delinquents. And, unlike in '86, they weren't good enough to get away with it in '93. (The Phillies were that good in '93, and did get away with a lot -- and it wasn't just Lenny Dykstra, the man who links the '86 Mets to the '93 Phils.)

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But the Boston Red Sox...

In 1969, Red Sox pitcher Steve Renko said, "Some teams go everywhere together. We get off the plane and go to 25 separate cabs." In the next few years, this would lead Peter Gammons, then making his name in the Boston Globe, to write, "Twenty-five men came to the ballpark, played a game, and took twenty-five cabs home." In other words, the Sox may have been a team, but they had no togetherness. This may have been an exaggeration.

Jason Gay of the Wall Street Journal wrote last week that the current Red Sox are more like "25 players, 25 strollers." As in, they're babies.

In 1940, several Cleveland Indians players complained to team owner Alva Bradley about manager Oscar "Ossie" Vitt. (In 1937, Vitt had managed a Yankee farm team, the Newark Bears, to one of the greatest performances in minor league history. As a big-league skipper, he wasn't nearly so good.) Mel Harder, a great pitcher who was personally insulted by Vitt, told Bradley, "We think we have a good chance to win the Pennant, but we'll never win it with Vitt as manager. If we can get rid of him, we can win. We feel sure about that."

Whatever points they had to make were lost when Bradley blabbed to the local media, and the team became known as the Cleveland Crybabies. They missed the Pennant by 1 game -- no Divisional play or Wild Cards in those days.

Last week, supposedly, a bunch of Red Sox players went to team management and complained about manager Bobby Valentine, who has already run Kevin Youkilis, one of the most popular players among Sox fans, out of town. And that decision has backfired.

This is after the Sox' monumental collapse last September, when they led the AL East most of the way, and ended up not making the Playoffs at all thanks to a calamitous last 3 games in Tampa Bay, especially the last night.

Manager Terry Francona and general manager Theo Epstein were made the scapegoats, but the biggest problem players -- such as pitchers Josh Beckett and John Lackey -- were allowed to stay, because their contracts were too fat to be moved. So was that of outfielder Carl Crawford, who just had to be shut down for the season due to another injury.

Here's what I wrote last December 1, about the Sox' decision to hire Bobby V:

Now, he's going to manage the Boston Red Sox, a team with quite a few strengths, but also a lot of problems, including big egos, big stomachs, big injuries, and big psychological issues.

And while it's true that, if you can handle the media in New York, you can handle the media anywhere, the truth is that the New York media already knew and liked him from his playing days with the Mets; the Boston media does not really know him all that well, and, as is usually the case with outsiders in that oh-so-insular city, is unlikely to give him the benefit of the doubt.

And speaking of Boston being an insular city, what do you think the Boston fans will think of Bobby Valentine? Suppose the Red Sox get off to a start like they had this season. Will they give him a pass, saying, "Give him a chance, he inherited a mess and he needs time to straighten it out"?


Even if they do, which would only be fair, suppose the Sox have a finish resembling the one they had this season. Results do matter. Will the Chowdaheads say, "Give him a break, he's only had one full season"? Or will they throw him to the wolves?

Silly question: Sox fans can be rather wolfish themselves -- and that's a quality that many of them not only admit that they have, but they tend to enjoy it!

To paraphrase David Byrne, Bobby Valentine may ask himself, "How did I get here? This is not my beautiful ballpark! This is not my beautiful team!"


Now, the chickens have come home to roost, and Bobby V lives in the chicken shack. And his team is laying eggs. At least if he were a farmer, he could use the eggs.

How long before he starts muttering, like Wilford Brimley, playing Pop Fisher, the old, bedraggled manager in The Natural, "I shoulda been a farmer... "?

Now we find out that only 4 Red Sox players went to the funeral of Sox legend Johnny Pesky.

To his credit, David Ortiz, whom I have slammed in this blog as much as I've slammed any person, not only went, but said the right thing about it to Sox station WEEI: "The funeral is the last goodbye you give to a friend. There's no way you're a friend with somebody, that person passes away, and you're not going to show up at his funeral."

The Sox aren't just losing, they're an unholy mess, both on the field and off. To borrow a line from Met fan Jerry Seinfeld, "The whole system's breaking down!"

The blog Obnoxious Boston Fan tells as much of the sordid story as the Globe's length limit will allow.

It's hard for me to feel sorry for New England sports fans. Their behavior since 1999, the 1st time the Yankees and Red Sox played each other in the postseason (unless you count the 1978 Boston Tie Party), has ranged from ridiculous at the least to outright despicable at the most.

But I'm not sure even they deserve this. Losing, yeah. A team that, intentionally or not, embarrasses them at every turn? 

True, the Yankees are in a tough situation right now, made tougher by the fact that, as rumored yesterday, Ivan Nova has, indeed, gone on the Disabled List; and also by the Tampa Bay Rays winning last night, cutting the Yanks' AL East lead to just 2 1/2 games.

Injured players such as CC Sabathia (pitching tonight against the Indians in Cleveland), Alex Rodriguez, and, possibly before the season runs out, Andy Pettitte, are coming back.

The Yankees are in a tough spot, but I'd rather be 2 1/2 up than 2 1/2 back.

The Red Sox? With all that payroll, they're 7 games under .500, 13 1/2 games out of 1st, and 8 1/2 games out of a Playoff berth.

Last night, they lost at home to the Whatever They're Calling Themselves This Season Angels of Anaheim, 14-13. The Sox led 6-0 after 2 innings, tied the game in the 9th, scored in the bottom of the 10th to get themselves to within 1, but couldn't finish the job.

Someone told me that this was the 1st time in the 112-year history of the ballclub that the Red Sox scored 13 runs in a game and still lost. That may be true. I thought I remembered an August 2009 game where the Yankees clobbered them at Fenway on a Friday night, 20-13. But the score that night was "only" 20-11. And the Sox won the next day, 14-1. But the Yanks claimed the finale, 8-4.

Now we find out that Beckett and Adrian Gonzalez -- who was considered an AL MVP candidate exactly one year ago -- have been placed on waivers. I wonder if anyone will pick them up?

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Yes, the Yanks are in a slump now. But as the Coz taught us, it can always get worse.

And this time, I don't even have to cite the current Mets. Even if they did just get swept at home in 4 straight by a Colorado Rockies team that came into the series on a pace to lose 100 games.

At least the Mets figured out, finally, after 2010, that they had to blow it all up and start over. And, as bad as they are now, they are better off than they were 2 years ago.

The Red Sox? They still need to blow it all up. While Ortiz is still there, there's no more Manny, no more Tek, no more Trot, no more Pedro, no more Youk, nor more Paps. No more Theo, no more Tito.

The Era of Big Papi is over.

And, unless payroll becomes a problem for the Rays, or the Baltimore Orioles can prove themselves more than one-year wonders, it will be the Rays that battle the Yankees for AL East supremacy for some time to come.

UPDATE: I spoke too soon. The Sox came back and won the World Series * in 2013.