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When Red Sox Nation isn't busy obsessing over actual games, our fanatical allegiance leads us to consider potential trades that quite often are similar to Julio Lugo and Jeff Bailey for Albert Pujols. Hey, it does happen. With the MLB trade deadline looming at the end of July, those troublemakers reporters at the Globe are speculating about potential acquisitions that can help the Sox achieve world domination.

Several Red Sox Nation cards are in danger of being revoked this week. First were the alleged lugnuts who beat up a guy unfortunate enough to be wearing a Yankees cap near the Cantab. Now there's the Red Sox scout who was arrested after allegedly "masturbating in front of a window that overlooked a Florida hotel pool where two young girls were swimming."

Some alleged boneheads should have their Red Sox Nation cards revoked, and we're not talking about Hank Steinbrenner. In a scary incident reported in the Cambridge Chronicle, a man wearing Yankees attire got beat up outside the Cantab Lounge in Central Square early Sunday morning. From the Chronicle:

The feud between Red Sox ownership and Hank "Spaulding Smails" Steinbrenner is escalating. After Hank moaned, "Red Sox Nation? What a bunch of [expletive] that is.", John Henry responded by sending Hank an honorary RSN membership card.

- The Bobcats are to the Celtics what the Giants were to the Patriots: confident, strong, capable of making a game of it (although we'd like to think that we won't see Jason Richardson celebrating a championship for at least another couple of years). The Celts barely beat the 'Cats in November, lost (embarrassingly) in January, and were challenged up until the end on Friday night, when Boston won, 108-100, at TD Banknorth Garden.

Here's a wrap-up from the local papers about the strangest and funniest episodes of the night: Boston Herald: "A Teletubby dressed in Red Sox gear and a man naked but for a giant red, plastic beer cup costume were part of a procession that included a large number of kids in BU and Northeastern gear." Harvard Crimson: Streakers galore on DeWolfe Street. Universal Hub Commenter Molly Clare: Speaking of Harvard, "'OH. MY. GAWD. The Red...

As Red Sox fans we've become accustomed to the various tauntings (they're clearly jealous), pepto-fueled stressful evenings, and many bleary-eyed mornings. However no matter what curve balls (pun intended) our beloved Boys of Summer, er October, throw at us, we will always declare ourselves proud members of Red Sox Nation. Turns out our all-weather team allegiance is nothing new. One of Boston's most giving and interesting daughters, Isabella Stewart Gardner, was a passionate Red...

First base. Second base. Third base. HOME RUN! We're not talking baseball--we're talking sex. Laurel Sweet at the Herald has a lot of fun with her lede about Sox fans who are hoping to find some action during the World Series: Sure the Red Sox [team stats]’ bats are hot, but the boys are also a potent aphrodisiac for swinger fans itching to have sex while in the throes of watching the World Series. Bostonist...

That's right. Former New York City mayor and Republican presidential aspirant Rudy Giuliani has come out-- as a Red Sox fan. Giuliani said in public that he was backing the Red Sox in the World Series. Of course, he said it while he was in Boston and asking for votes, and a politician will do anything for a vote. But Mr. New York, Mayor of the Nation, 9/11 Every Other Word said he's rooting for...

LAist began the month with a new food series exploring the popular and unknown late-night eats around town. If a Top Chef winner opened up a late-night spot in Los Angeles, denizens would flock to it, yet the LA Times and other media might be wary. Turning to sports, the Dodger season was quite memorable in the way that it imploded and the LA County Sheriff's Department made some games of their own such as...

Our long national nightmare is over. The polls are closed, the kind of people who care about this can cheer or mourn, and the rest of us (who think it's kind of ridiculous) can have a quick item to note on the offday between games 1 and 2. That's right, Red Sox Nation (shudder)! Jerry Remy is your new President! Deadspin has the best artistic take on the whole silly, silly business. It's still better...

Dare we say things are starting to click at the right time? The Red Sox finished off Oakland with an 11-6 win. Now only a monumental collapse (look upward; no lightning) will keep the Red Sox from celebrating an AL East clinchin' party in the next day or two. The Sox smacked Oakland largely due to the bat of Mike Lowell, who collected five of his 116 RBIs (a Red Sox 3B record) on a...

Earlier this season, when the Red Sox suffered a 2- or 3-game losing streak, we suggested that the mood in Red Sox Nation (a term we promise never to use again) was like the scene in Airplane! when Elaine got on the PA and asked if there was anyone on board who knew how to fly a plane. What movie scene defines Sox fans now? We've got to go with the one near the end...

Think back to the glory days of '04, when an odd phenomenon swept across Red Sox Nation. The day after we realized that our beloved boys of summer-turned-autumn were heading to the World Series, many a bleary-eyed Sox fan remarked that winning the Series would be amazing, unheard of, astounding. But there was an anti-climactic twinge to the remarks, because Shaughnessy's curse had already been broken for some of the crowd. The Sox had already...

Long live the Slutter! There was much to celebrate in Red Sox circles last night, but at the top of the list, we have Jonathan Papelbon's brand (spanking) new pitch. The Slutter - a name that will leave mothers gasping as they cover the ears beneath their children's tot-sized hats and the cast of characters at the Cask'n Flagon cracking up. The Red Sox vernacular has expanded by leaps and bounds this season. We learned...

Eric Gagne, the reliever recently acquired by the Red Sox, hasn't exactly been burning up the field. Fans have been grunting and growling, and one fan in particular communicated his frustration Friday night by throwing a water bottle at the pitcher when Gagne muffed while playing the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim.

Want a picture of what Red Sox Nation feels like this morning? The best way we can describe it is the scene in Airplane! when Elaine gets on the PA, tells the passengers to remain calm, then asks, "Oh, by the way, is there anyone on board who can fly a plane?" The next scene is in the cabin with passengers going berzerk and men swordfighting in the aisle. That's what being a Red Sox...

You didn't have to be Einstein to see that last night's game had "trap" written all over it - letdown after a big series, Tavarez pitching over his head, Jeff Weaver the stat-challenged opposition. And the Red Sox stepped right into it. They made Weaver look like, if not Cy Young, a competent pitcher (not the world's easiest task), and Tavarez couldn't find his A-game. Could he be hurt? No one is saying anything yet, but he really looks to be laboring quite a bit on the mound.

Have we pretty much run out of Japan-themed headlines? Almost? OK.

Trot Nixon has moved on to the Cleveland Indians for a $3-million-dollar contract. Seems like the Sox put him to pasture: "Nixon had repeatedly expressed a preference to remain with the Sox, even as a series of injuries severely curtailed his production the last three seasons."

A blogger telling someone to "get off the computer" is a bit like the pot calling the kettle black. However, Bostonist would like to tell Curt Schilling, yes - Curt Schilling, to put down the keyboard and mouse and push away from the computer.

When we live in such a city as ours, where the professional athletes are our celebrities, Bostonist finds ourselves fawning over the younger athletes (and their managers), of course. You all know our feelings about Tom Brady, but we also think quite highly of Sox manager Theo Epstein. Sure, he might have broken some young teenagers’ hearts when he reneged his offer to escort them to their senior prom…and he did toy with all of Red Sox Nation when he decided to walk away from the team as manager, only to come back months later in basically the same job he held previously. It seems that Theo is a bit of a heartbreaker, but this past week he’s decided to stop his Casanova ways and has decided to settle down with a Mrs. Epstein.

While the real baseball season hasn’t even started yet, all Sox fans have been eyeing new Yankee Johnny Damon ever since that first press conference with his long locks chopped off for Steinbrenner’s organization. There hasn’t been much to comment on since Damon just recently returned to the lineup after sitting out since March 10th with a shoulder injury. (Not that it wasn’t a bit fun to see the replay of him missing that first pop fly when he returned to face the Devil Rays on March 25th.)

If they didn't know before, then by now Red Sox nation is well aware of the fact that turn-over is a necessary evil in the baseball world. The "business is business" credo is no more evident than in the wake of the Sox management shipping off our beloved rock'n'rollin' and high-kickin' Bronson Arroyo. Those with weak hearts and fragile emotions should steer clear of the baseball fraternity. Even the ubiquitous face of the Red...

The initials "GM" have taken on an entirely new meaning for the Red Sox of late. "Gigantic Mess" seems appropriate. It's been two weeks since the press conference where we saw Theo Epstein depart the position everyone assumed he'd hold until at least his twenty-year reunion at Yale. It's been two weeks since we saw principal owner John Henry, at the very same press conference, speak in a manner of disbelief usually reserved for those who have just been told there's no such person as Santa Clause.

If Bostonist could paraphrase the infamous words of Colonel Jesop in the movie A Few Good Men, "You weakened Red Sox Nation today Larry Lucchino, that's all you did." Theo is gone, and the Boston Red Sox are without a General Manager. In what will go down in history as one of the supreme boffo manuevers in the Boston Red Sox checkered history became "official-official today" when Theo Epstein held his farewell press conference with...

As of this morning, the Boston Red Sox and their prodigy General Manager Theo Epstein still had not yet agreed on a contract extension for the 31-year old baseball prodigy.

Bostonist is spending our holiday Monday morning dining on a slice of delicious humble pie. We were at Fenway on Friday night to watch the mighty Red Sox fall to the Whiteys in the "Battle of the Colored Sox." Two years in a row of going deep into the post-season and a brutal 30-games-in-30-days schedule to end the season was more than enough to do in our team. They were spent, beat up, and...

Touching me, touching youBostonist had a little fling with Neil Diamond this summer, but in her investigation Susan didn’t ask us. After interviewing fans, tour guides and the current Fenway DJ, Megan Kaiser, Bostonist was sure we’d heard the truth to the origins of the Sweet Caroline rendition at Fenway. Alas, we were wrong. The theories about JFK’s daughter, daughters of Fenway Park DJ’s past, and existential explanations the truth came from the originator. Amy, the Fenway DJ before Megan Kaiser took over, put on Sweet Caroline 8 years ago at a game. The crowd loved it. That's it, Amy liked it and Red Sox Nation just happen to like it too. Now Megan plays it every game, eighth inning, and all Bostonist can say is:

sweet Caroline, good times never seem so good (so good, so good, so good...)