Stop acting surprised. We are talking about the Boston Red Sox, aren't we?
Yes, we are. Acts of aggression and stupidity are nothing new to Beantown. So refrain from seeming shocked that one of the stars from the most classless organization in Major League Baseball would make a fool of himself, on his home field, no less.
I don't mean that David Ortiz guy, either.
It seems as though since the day the Splendid Splinter bit the dust, Boston has become a city ruled not by democracy, but rather idiocracy. Kevin Youkilis is just the latest in a long-standing line of buffoons that continue to question the moral fiber of the once-omniscient Red Sox.
In case you've yet to see it, (in which case, here) during the second inning of a pivotal game between the Sox and A.L. Central division-leading Detroit Tigers, Youkilis was hit by a pitch from the 20-year-old phenom Rick Porcello. Granted, after seeing Miguel Cabrera leave the game after being hit on the hands by a pitch in the first inning, the second time in consecutive days, it's not so far-fetched to expect some kind of retaliation from the Tigers.
But upon getting beaned, Youkilis quickly turned and sprinted toward Porcello. The rookie pitcher immediately began to backpedal, wanting no part of the charging slugger. With a swift dodge to the right, Porcello simply used Youkilis' own momentum against him and tossed him to the turf as the benches cleared and all hell broke loose at Fenway Park.
Some may argue that Youkilis' act of aggression can be seen as a good thing in Bostonian circles. They will defend Youkilis, saying he sparked the team to victory, much like captain Jason Varitek's attack on Alex Rodriguez in July of 2004, which automatically made them World Series champions (right, because it was the midseason brawl, not the extra help Ortiz and Manny Ramirez were allegedly receiving).
Boston writers caught lightning in a bottle once, why can't they do it again? After all, this would be the same team which found itself waking up as self-conscious as they have since October of 2003, thanks to a swift four-game shallacking at the hands of their archrivals over the weekend, or "The Boston Massacre, Part III," as I prefer to call it.
Sure, for a night that theory almost makes some sense, given the fact that Mike Lowell came off of the bench and supplied the power for not one, but two home runs to pace the Sox to a 7-5 victory.
But anyone with any relative knowledge of what a baseball is knows that the commissioner will come down hard and fast on Youkilis, and probably before Thursday's first pitch, scheduled at 1:35 p.m.
Boston could be without their glorified utility man for a week, in the heat of a pennant race in which they continue to attempt to fend off the Rangers and Rays, all the while, telling themselves they've got a shot at catching the Yankees for the A.L. East division crown.
Yeah, way to fire up the troops, Youk. Here's to hoping you can do the same from the bench.
But why does everyone feel the need to act surprised at anything the Red Sox make news for nowadays? This is the same franchise who has celebrated the actions of Ramirez, Pedro Martinez, and Varitek as leaders and champions.
Up until the New York Times' steroid allegations surrounded Ortiz and Ramirez a few weeks ago, it seemed as though Boston felt they had a moral high ground on the rest of the country, especially New York. But they don't. They never have.
In fact, they had more class as an organization when they were losing all of the time. Whether it be Ramirez's constant disrespect for the game and his opponents, or Martinez's all-too-abrupt way of dealing with the elderly, or Youkilis' charge to the mound (or should I say Porcello's takedown), a consistent pattern of behavior has been established in Beantown.
Perhaps it comes from the heads of the organization?
After all, you'd be hard-pressed to find seven consecutive seconds where either punk general manager Theo Epstein or owner John Henry aren't shooting their mouths off about the Yankees. Maybe they go out and get players who, well frankly, will embarrass the hell out of them en route to a sustained level of success.
You take the good with the bad, I suppose. I mean, playing the game the right way for 86 years wasn't going so well, so it makes a bit of sense to dirty up one of sports' most respected franchises.
The Red Sox sold their soul to the devil. And in return, they were given two tainted championships and a slew of embarrassing moments, like Tuesday night's brawl at Fenway.
Was it worth it?
That might just depend on how many games they lose with Youkilis looking on from the top step of the dugout in the coming week.