Red Sox and Yankees kickoff their series tonight at Fenway.  It's September, and that crisp fall feeling is in the air.  The kind of weather where you can almost smell the pennant races.  Most years, I would have given ANYTHING to score some tickets to tonight's game.  My, how things have changed.  You can buy box seats tonight for 50 bucks, but I won't even be watching on TV.  Unheard of from a guy who was basically in mourning from 1986-2004.  There was a time when I'd NEVER miss a game.  Period.  If the Red Sox were playing, I was watching or listening.  Red Sox and Yankees?  Fuhgettaboutit.  I've missed weddings for Red Sox and Yankees games.

But everything has changed.  This team is beyond bad.  They are worse than bad.  They are irrelevant.  No one cares.  As a matter of fact, most Red Sox fans I talk to would rather see them lose every game for the rest of the year.  I happen to agree.  The thinking is that if we're going down in flames, let's go ahead and make this thing historic.  I mean, let's really see it get ugly.  Only then will ownership see the errors of their ways.  Only then will they start to put humpty dumpty together again.  Unfortunately, all the king's horses and all the king's men are too consumed with all things Patriots right now.  Don't be fooled.  This is going to be more than a rebuilding year.  This is going to take YEARS before playoff bunting is hanging again inside the living museum we call Fenway.

Ironically, this tragic season coincides with the old ballpark's 100th birthday, which also happens to be the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic.  The unsinkable ship sank.  And the Red Sox don't matter anymore in Boston.