"He instinctively can find the shining greatness of our American culture and does a good job of highlighting it (although he also does have those rare lapses when he writes about hockey, but that is something caused by impurities in the Eastern waters or something)." Erik Keilholtz
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Mark C. N. Sullivan is an editor at a Massachusetts university. He is married and the father of three children. Email
They have done it to you again. The region, the entire Red Sox Nation, has once again been swallowed into the cavernous sinkhole of Hub hardball hope. It's going to stay this way for the next three to seven weeks, as your friends and neighbors, wearing all sorts of slogan-drenched Sox garb, walk around with that honey-glazed look in their eyes while mumbling . . .
This is the year.
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The week's best search-engine query pointing to this site, via Ask Jeeves: Why don't the White Sox wear white socks? Exactly!
The picture above of Shoeless Joe Jackson with Red Sox player-manager Bill Carrigan circa 1916 comes from BlackBetsy.com, Shoeless Joe Jackson's Virtual Hall of Fame, well worth a cyber-pilgrimage.
And forget Hugh Casey: The Carrigan in the picture could be me in another life. Must find a Ouija board.
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