A $161 million payroll produced a 7-20 September. Shock and awful. If the Red Sox had just gone 9-18, as Theo pointed out, they'd still be playing. And just like the Patriots, the Red Sox haven't won a postseason game since 2008.
Wally. “Sweet Caroline.” 100th Anniversary Fenway Bricks. The 100th Anniversary Fenway celebration. Big Papi hugging Yankee fans. Pink Hats. White Hats. Hats with little stars on them. Camo hats. The Remy Awards. Theo, Tito. Those seats above right field near the Budweiser sign. The Budwesier sign. The NESN baby. His brother and sister. The official everything.
Get rid of them all.
Those Red Sox game-worn collectibles available at Steinersports.com? Bonfire anyone?
The 2011 Red Sox went down with all the fight of France. And about 10 million of us saw it coming a couple of weeks ago. The nine-game "September to Dismember" choke was the worst in baseball history.
Gutless. Clueless. Hitless.
Dick Cheney has more heart than this bunch.
Long winter? Try nuclear winter.
The Curse of Carl Crawford has been born. Where was Mike Greenwell when we needed him? At 10 p.m. Wednesday night — the Red Sox were leading the Orioles 3-2 in the rain and the Staten Island Yankees were up 7-0 on the Rays. The Red Sox would eventually be one strike away -- both in St. Pete and Baltimore -- from clinching a playoff spot. But in about a three-minute span after the clock struck midnight, everything got destroyed in a timeline of terror. The Red Sox lost 4-3 at 12:02 a.m. and the Rays won 8-7 in 12 innings a few hundred seconds later. Official time of death, 12:05 a.m. This nightmare will play on a never-ending loop in our heads.
The greatest collapse in history is complete. Forget Rome. The 1929 stock market crash. The Soviet Union. The Berlin Wall. Super Bowl XLII. The Titanic. The Hindenburg. Home values. Every other baseball team ever. The 2011 Red Sox out Red Soxed themselves — wiping 1978 and every other breathtaking free-fall out of the record books.