Red Sox
Watching the Red Sox. Looking for my mom
America’s favorite pastime is personal, and tinged with nostalgia. For me, writes Ethan Gilsdorf, baseball is inexorably linked to my late mother.
In October, at least we can all agree on the Red Sox
Most political junkies live for November, writes former Gov. Jane Swift. But in New England, when the Sox are in the post-season, October is the season we believe in.
I'm Finally Back At Fenway, Where Things Feel Surprisingly Normal
A season ticket holder for more than 25 years, Jim Sullivan recently made his first trip back to Fenway since the pandemic. It was almost shockingly normal, he writes.
The Red Sox Just Traded Away Our Best Player. And You Don't Have To Stand For It
The Red Sox know they can trade Mookie Betts with absolute impunity, writes Peter May. It’s the MLB equivalent of saying you could shoot someone on Fifth Avenue and get...
My Reaction To The MLB Sign Stealing Scandal? Meh.
Stealing signs is as old as baseball itself. Whether considered merely a mischievous stunt or a crime against the very soul of the nation, writes Bill Littlefield, this scandal too...
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The Red Sox Were The Last Baseball Team To Integrate. This Is How It Happened
Sixty years ago this month, the Boston Red Sox became the last team in Major League Baseball to integrate. Walter C. Carrington writes about the investigation that changed the Red...
Grandma, Summer Nights And The Red Sox On The Radio
Will Gibbons was named for his Grandma June, who graduated from Harvard Medical School when admitting women was "an experiment,” raised seven children and listened to the Red Sox every...
How To Fix Baseball
As baseball season begins in earnest, Peter May has some ideas about how to fix the obvious wrongs and shortcomings of our national pastime.
Sorry, Alex Cora. There's No 'Right Way' To Rub Elbows With Donald Trump
The Red Sox have accepted an invitation to visit the White House. Sports and politics have never been an easy mix, writes Peter May, but this one is as close...
Coming Of Age With The Red Sox
It all started in 1963 when I was 7, writes Jim Sullivan, and the Red Sox were one of the worst teams in baseball.
This Red Sox Team Was Special, And Just What I Needed
Worrying about the velocity of Chris Sale’s fastball should be way down my list of worries these days, writes Cloe Axelson, but dammit if it wasn’t a good distraction.
After The Protests And The PSAs, Turning Racism Awareness Into Action
How can sports use its many platforms to tackle social issues on a sustained rather than an incident-driven basis?
Isaiah Thomas Writes A New Chapter In Boston's Long History Of Racism In Sports
While Boston remains haunted by its racism, Isaiah Thomas’s love speaks volumes, writes Shira Springer.
The Week That Was: A New Class Of Hurricanes, DACA Dreams Dashed, Trump Sides With Dems And More
We cleaned up from one hurricane, waited for another, and immigrants and Republicans faced storms of their own. All that and more from Tom Keane’s weekly news roundup.
Let’s Rename Yawkey Way For The Man Who Ended Segregated Baseball: Pumpsie Green
Green not only broke the last disgraceful color line in the majors, writes James F. Smith, he effectively ended segregated baseball.
John Henry Is Right. Yawkey Way Should Be Renamed
The late Red Sox owner has been gone for decades but Tom Yawkey's baneful legacy on matters of race still lingers.
Why Red Sox Fans Should Root For The Cubs
Lifelong Cubs fan Cloe Axelson explains why the Fenway faithful should root for Chicago.
Must He Go? Big Papi's Big Year, And A Sports Hero For The Ages
To say David Ortiz has not been the most influential player in Red Sox team history, writes Thomas J. Whalen, is sort of like arguing the Beatles were just another...
Long Live The Nanny State! (Without It, You Might Be Eating Horse Meat Right Now)
For many Americans, what grates most about bans is the government deciding it knows better than we do what is good for us. But maybe it does.
Take Me Out To The Ballgame: Finding Respite In America's Pastime
As everything changes, (thankfully) baseball stays the same.