Diaper Up

One last thing before we leave Anaheim and the travails of Papi (hopefully) in the rearview mirror:

While we Sox fans have a way of anguishing and dwelling on what doesn't go right, we do know our team is far better run than most and, when our guys struggle, no matter how much we rag them on the Internet or on talk radio or in newspaper columns, we're behind them when it's go-time.

So long as they're wearing a Red Sox uniform, we almost never boo. (Christ, look at the crap we put up with Manny.) Even if Papi goes 0-for-Seattle, when he steps to the plate Tuesday at Fenway, he'll be applauded, he'll be pulled for.

This is in direct contrast to New York, which tends to eat its young and falls all over itself to boo its struggling stars. What they ought to boo is an ownership team that has built a soulless new stadium where half the seats are beyond the means of 90 percent of the fan base.

Cheer up, though, New York. I understand you get to come down from steerage and watch batting practice from the two sections in the outfield corners.