Risk-takers. That’s my Red Sox, whether it’s sticking Daniel Nava on the bench for a beard with a “winning personality” or starting a kid with 44 regular season at-bats at third.
As the Sox push for championship #8, here’s another change to make. Please, Ye Olde Towne Team, ship “Sweet Caroline” out of Boston.
Why now? We’re on the big stage again and our credibility’s at stake. My World Series nightmare isn’t Jon Lester coughing up a three-run homer or Napoli channeling his inner-Pete Incaviglia. That’s baseball. My fear: We’re down by a crooked number in the eighth and instead of gripping our armrests with intent – as if we actually care – we’ll do it like Miami or San Diego or some other third-rate baseball town, swaying to the soft rock as our championship run screeches to a Karaoke-choked stop. Full story for BostonGlobe.com subscribers.
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