I have to say, the Boston local media are pretty hard to take. I sat through a couple of hours of a cable TV call-in show today in which the hosts kept referring to the Dodgers manager as numnutz and repeatedly called Dozier "D.J." because apparently they thought it was funny. I enjoyed driving through Boston and listening to WEEI the day of October 17, 2004, when the Sox were down 3-0 to the Yankees, much better. There was a certain degree of, shall we say, humility that is not present today. Oh, who am I kidding, it was wailing and gnashing of teeth. Delicious. Bill Freakin' Buckner this, and Bob Freakin' Stanley that. All the ghosts of the past were coming back to haunt them, as they anticipated final doom that night against those entitled Yankees. Sadly, never again. Now they're entitled, too.