Those Poor Red Sox

After seeing the Red Sox flounder in a 5 game series against the Yankees, I was immediately reminded of another poor showing by Boston's finest.

The year was uh.. maybe last year. The place, New York City. A few intrepid souls had made the drive north to revel in one of Opie's last weekends as an individual....well, as an individual in the eyes of the law. Of course those who know him were well aware that he hadn't been an individual for some time before that.

A quick morning stop at Kmart and a short subway ride later, the group was ready to test each others skills in a highly contested wiffle ball home run derby. As the day progressed Opie emerged as one of the front runners to take home the crown. His skills honed from watching many games of craptastic Red Sox baseball, he would walk away from the game victorious, although with an asterick as he received an extra at bat.

Hubris at an all time high, he recklessly took on all comers. Reality would be force fed to him in the form of a high school girl. A three pitch strike out in an impromptu wiffle ball game, at the hands of a well made up teenage girl, would bring Opie's reign at the top back to where all New Englanders belong. Drinking a beer complaining about the supernatural forces that conspire to keep them from winning.

Now you may think that he possibly missed on purpose to let the young lady feel good about herself. But this close up picture clearly shows a face of trepidation as his manhood disappeared in a swing of the bat.