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The RingerWhen you go to Fenway Park with Dan Shaughnessy, the first thing you notice is that he acts like he has a right to be there. It’s distinct from having the right to tweak Red Sox management or to wonder what’s wrong with David Price. That’s power we all assume. No, Shaughnessy acts like he has the right to literally stand on that field, surrounded by players he has feuded with and execs who wish he was off tormenting the Krafts.

That’s old media power. Power carried over from the golden age of newspapers. I didn’t catch a game with the Boston Globe columnist to romanticize such power. But I wanted to see what it was like before it disappears forever. …

Shaughnessy’s nonpartisanship is portrayed (by him) as a stand against the “fanboys” of the internet: Bill Simmons, Barstool’s David Portnoy, etc. …

Shaughnessy’s defenders see his style as a necessary corrective to two things. It’s often said that Shaughnessy feasted on Boston’s misery. It’s rarely said that other writers exploited Boston’s overexuberance in its age of champions.

As one of the “fanboys” that Dan Shaughnessy has taken “a stand” against, let’s get a few things straight. Because the entire Boston old media machine has gone into revisionist history mode over the last couple of years. And then they held down the LT + A buttons on the controller to kick it into turbo once he got into Cooperstown. But the case with Shank remains the same.

Left unsaid in this column and all the other hagiographies of Shaughnessy is his utter contempt for his audience. He has zero respect for the sports fans of New England and makes no attempt to hide it. For a couple of generations, he peddled this idiotic stereotype of us being a mindless, superstitious collection of hapless, pessimistic morons, believing in curses and always reveling in our own suffering.

Even in the 21st century, an era of unprecedented success for the teams his readers are invested in, he’s continued to create this dumb-ass, sophomoric straw man. A Strawfan. Only he had to flip the script because the old, dour, sad-sack, “Calvinist” bogeyman he invented couldn’t possibly exist. So then we became the 180-degree opposite. Shameless fanboys who aren’t sophisticated enough to appreciate that we don’t have it as good as we think we do. Stupid frat boys who’d rather celebrate the best coach in the history of his sport and cheer every time he verbally slaps a media member instead of respecting that men like Shank are holding him accountable.

Not to mention that we’re so blinded by nine championships in 15 years, one from each team, and a seemingly endless loop of duck boats circumnavigating the city that we’re delusional about the important things like the cheating football team and the DH whose name once appeared on a list having something to do with a pee test. Once again, we are dopes and Dan is wise.

Which brings me to the other case against the Curly-Haired Boyfriend. His utter disgust at new media. Thanks to the Internet, the greatest cultural advancement in the history of man, those fanboys he’s always hated have a voice. And he hates it. He has said so himself. Twitter is people telling you what they’re having for lunch. When Houston Texans fans cheered a Matt Cassel injury, he said it was the evil-doing of bloggers. Sports talk radio is for losers and shut-ins. That is until he does a paid weekly appearance, then it’s OK.

Information and opinion have become more democratic than they’ve ever been. If you post things on the Internet that are stupid or boring, eventually no one will come back. If you’re good, you’ll find an audience. Period. But Shaughnessy openly longs for the days when information was power, and it was in the hands of an elite few. Because he was one of them. He made his career in an age when the conversation was one way, from the handful of columnists and local sports anchors who were lucky enough to get hired down to the great unwashed masses. He would never have made it in a media age like we have now. And he resents the success of everyone who has.

And finally, he is the one thing no Boston guy should ever be. Someone who can dish it out but not take it. He can make a nice living out of ripping successful franchises, owners, coaches and players — and the public who cares enough to provide him with that living — but he’ll go to the management of a radio station whining because a part-time fill-in host said something mean about him in a blog written on an irreverent bro website. Believe me, I speak from experience.

So go ahead and love Dan Shaughnessy all you want. When I was a kid, I loved dinosaurs, too.

Blog Author: 
Jerry Thornton

In the immortal words of the great Lloyd Christmas, the elderly — although slow, and dangerous behind the wheel — can serve a purpose.

I love this granny. On her 100th birthday, proving that the Generation Before the Greatest Generation still has some tread left on the old tires. I’m sure her grandkids and great grandkids figured her to be worthless, save for street value of the meds she gets from the government. But they’ve got the wrong old lady because she’s got skills, developed over a lifetime of tossing ping pong balls into red Solo beer cups.

Back in the day she was probably beating FDR at beer pong at his manse in Hyde Park. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn she once drank Lindbergh under the table. I bet she was winning at Beirut back before there was a city called Beirut. And if she told me all the Apostles had to chug Passover wine at the Last Supper after she got one into Holy Grail, I’d just nod silently in respect.

So, way to go, grandma. As Lloyd would also say, don’t you go dying on me now.

Blog Author: 
Jerry Thornton
The entire 9am hour from Friday's show is included here, largely filled with Patriots talk including Kirk looking back on the Concord Monitor's David Brown's question of Bill Belichick from the previous week.
Mut is in for Dino, and Kirk & Gerry are upset at Mut's lack of movie knowledge including having never seen the Godfather.
Kirk is back from visiting Ireland for a few weeks. The guys discuss his trip, then get into a hearty Red Sox debate on where Mookie Betts should ultimately hit.
An admittedly unprepared Kirk MInihane gets one 'Headline' across on a Friday, that of Trayvon Martin shooter George Zimmerman getting punched for allegedly bragging about the event.
Kirk, Gerry and Mut open the 7am hour further discussing Dino's Friday absence. Then, the guys get into baseball chatter from the past two weeks as well as the amount of back hair that Mut has.
Gerry, Kirk and Mut revisit the Boston campaign for getting the Olympic games in 2024 with the Rio games set to begin

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Minihane is back from his vacation, with Callahan alongside but John Dennis is missing. The guys discuss the lost chance at a Friday reunion.

 

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With the Olympics kicking off in Rio, I think it’s only appropriate that I celebrate the great female athletes who will be competing in the games. Let others only focus on the men’s events, I am all about empowering women and appreciating their athletic accomplishments. I’m like the Title IX of bloggers, but it’s not about me. It’s about them. To kick things off, I present U.S. boxer Mikaela Mayer. She can put me down for the count any time.

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Jerry Thornton