The administrators responsible for operating the Red Sox are as likely to resent each other, gossip about each other, blame each other for failures, and stab each other in the back as executives and administrators in any other line of work.

The loveable Little Engine that couldn’t is the defending world champion.

The handshake after the game is unlikely to catch on as long as lots of fans, players, managers, and even owners continue to believe that a mob of men charging on to the field for a brawl is a splendid demonstration of team unity.

Now Boston is the champ, the coming spring blooms without reason… I fail to understand why they should play the ’05 season.

One remarkable aspect of the fact that the Boston Red Sox are now the champions of baseball…and it’s still such fun to say that, isn’t it?

Baseball is a timeless game, and therein lies its charm.

The only curse hanging over the Red Sox is that Boston has been the second best team on the field during a lot of post-season games, whether the sox happened to be playing the Cardinals, the Reds, the Mets, or — cue the scary music — the Yankees.

A look at “Waiting For Teddy Williams” by Howard Frank Mosher.

The Cubs may meet the Red Sox in October for all the beans.

Johnny Damon of the Red Sox is shaving his beard to help the kids in the program at the Boston Public Library.