Also Read: The Greatest Game Ever Lost The Cards and Sox. Again (1946).
A LESSON FROM NUF CED
By John B Holway
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.
after the battle of Gettysburg