Funny what happens when you spray the basement. Apply some Raid to a dark corner, and the roaches all scramble for the exit.
Yesterday, Boston announced it will cap its tap to players during games, a temperance move that Terry Francona - the latest ESPN Redsock mascot - calls a PR stunt, like having Jennifer Lopez show quarter-nip at the Oscars. Well, if it was a stunt, it worked: Captain Jason Varitek was out the door faster than anybody could say, "I'll have another."
There's a baseball zen saying to this: Clubhouse beer is brewed with bad hops.
Still, Boston apparently isn't ready to exorcize its real demon: Big C Clucky. Bobby V isn't going to ban fried chicken, an addiciton too powerful to be addressed. If they cut Clucky, Josh Beckett would fly the coop.
This year, no Boston player will wear a "C" on his jersey. But he'll have one waiting at the sixth inning buffet.
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