Why We Fight

I know. You're out of hope, I'm out of hope. You've had it with the Yankees, I've had it with the Yankees.

But there's more at stake here than just a ballgame, or three games, or even a division. And if you think we can just roll over and sleep until spring, put our duties off until they start to look easy again, then you're forgetting a few things:

Red Sox complicity in U.S. torture flights

They feed their own fans prison food

They're worse racists than Joe Torre

Mientkiewicz

Their groundskeepers

Sheff

Varitek kept his mask on

Schilling put ketchup on his sock and told us it was blood

We're tired. We're discouraged. We can't pitch. We can't hit.

But we can't give up.

We don't have the luxury.