FORT MYERS, Fla. - No beer in the Red Sox clubhouse.I know it's supposed to be a sarcastic / humorous article, but it's interesting that the guy who wrote column after column after column mentioning "chicken & beer" in every third sentence, raking the Red Sox over the hot coals the entire time, now has no problem practically celebrating the history of alcohol and the Red Sox.
What’s next? No Swan Boats in the Public Garden? No Pops on the Esplanade on the Fourth of July? No L Street Brownies swimming in the ocean on New Year’s Day?
Beer in the Red Sox clubhouse is older than baked scrod on the menu at Legal Sea Foods. It’s older than Jermaine O’Neal. It’s older than Fenway Park.
Then again, maybe interesting isn't quite the right word here...