Also Read: The Greatest Game Ever Lost The Cards and Sox. Again (1946).
A LESSON FROM NUF
CED
By John B Holway
Howdy
Kit
I agree with
you.
Until a couple years
ago, the trophy was awarded in the winners locker room. The losing manager
came to the winners to congratulate him. You should hear the purple language
as the victors celebrated! There was only one adjective, and it was shouted
every other word. After the cameras were turned off, of
course.
Wonder why the f-word
is so vital to celebrate victory. Any theories,
Dr
Freud?
You are right. Losing
is awful tough to swallow - ask any Red Sox fan before 2004 (I go back to
1940). The winners shouldn't rub it in. Perhaps next year the Sox will lose
in Fenway. How will they like it to hear the victory celebration right in
their own park?
I also squirm
uncomfortably when the Olympics are held in
Back in great-great-great grandpa s day,
before 1918, the Boston Royal Rooters
were legendary for rooting
the Red Sox to victory. But they were also famous for cheering the other
team for a good play and even for a win.
They made friends with their good humor, and every time they left
a town, local crowds turned out to cheer them as they marched to the
station.
Where are Honey Fitz and Nuf Ced Greevy
to teach us again how to be gracious winners? As one
Success is counted
sweetest
By those who ne er
succeed;
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest
need.
Not one of all the
purple
host
Who seized the flag today
Can comprehend the
meaning,
So clear, of victory,
As he, defeated,
dying,
On whose forbidden
ear
The distant sounds
of victory
break,
Agonized and clear.
Emily Dickinson
after the battle of
Gettysburg